Max sighed, started to lean back against the wall, only to, instead, find himself grabbing for his shorts.
"Hey, could I borrow some clothes?"
"Why, you thinking of going out?" asked Billy, raising his lone eyebrow, and barely catching the magnifying glass when it fell.
"No, to the laundry room," Max replied, sounding annoyed. "I might as well finish our laundry while we are waiting."
"Fine," sighed Billy, standing hunched over. He gestured towards a door. "There's my bedroom, help yourself-- but I expect it back when we get this straightened out."
"Don't worry," Max said dryly, eying the remnants of the young cyclops' clothes. He went into the bedroom to change.
Billy, meanwhile, felt his stomach rumble. Apparently his new body had quite the appetite. He clumsily made his way into the kitchen and opened the fridge, only to find it, in a typical college student manner, nearly empty save for most of the contents of a case of beer from a rained out party last weekend, a half empty carton of cottage cheese, and something blue and furry in a plastic box.
He pulled out a beer bottle, opened it, and took a swig.
"Hey, dude, how'd you like to go in on a couple of pizza's?"
Max, just about to leave for the basement, shouted back without looking: "Sure."
He'd forgotten how good pizza sounded to a twenty year old. When he came back, and Billy offered him a beer, he did not realize that his new, lower weight, made for a lower alcohol tolerance...
About an hour and most of the case of beer later, the pizzas arrived.
"I'll get it," slurred the cyclops, magnifying glass misplaced, and blanket lost.
"Duuude...," Max had slurred, half belched, trying out his new friend's slang. "Dude, you can't go to the door naked and with one eye-- the pizza guy might drop the pizzas and there's probably some sort of law against it..., uh, and he might drop the pizza."
"You already said that," pointed out Billy, profoundly. He began to scrounge about on the desk for the money they had set out earlier, squinting and frowning. "Here, here's the money. And the tip."
Slipping, the money, and other contents of the desk, fell to the floor.
"I think you're drunk," observed Max, blearily, wondering if his current body needed glasses. Funny, his vision had seemed 20/20 or better earlier. He couldn't possibly be drunk after only a few beers...? Absently, he helped Billy scrap together the money-- bills and a whole bunch of quarters originally scheduled to go into the washer and dryer. "You're drunk, and not even old enough to drink according to your driver's license!"
"Am not-- with this body I am not longer a lightweight-- like you!"
"Just give me the money," Max ordered, a smile set slightly askew on his face, just as another knock sounded on the door.
"Two extra large pizzas with everything," announced the bored looking young man standing at Billy's door. "...and your free two liter bottle of diet cola."
"Here, keep the change," Max said generously, pouring the money into the delivery driver's outstretched hand.
The young man made a face at the smell of beer coming off the twenty year old carelessly dumping the money into his hand. Drunks-- that explained why it had taken them so long to answer the door. Still drunks tended to give good tips, and the amount they had given him looked like about twice the bill. There was one odd coin in there-- probably a Canadian quarter or something.
"Thanks, have a good night," the driver said, turning and already forgetting about the delivery.
Sometime about 5:30 in the morning...
"Hey, dude, wake up! We should start getting ready to change back to ourselves!" Billy said, shaking Max, who had fallen asleep, or maybe passed out, on the couch.
Max groaned. He didn't fell hung over-- apparently an advantage of being younger-- but he did feel drained.
"Fine-- where's the amulet?"
Max tried to remember if he'd left his clothes in the dryer, or had brought it up here. What a weird night...
"Hey, I thought we left it on the desk...?" replied Billy, sounding worried.
"We did," affirmed Max, stretching and scratching his head. "Right next to the pizza money."
"That got knocked onto the floor, didn't it...?"
"Oh, shit!" both of them said in unison.