"Coffee, black, no sugar, crème." As Drew ordered what he had come to term the "Hard Ass Drink" he reflected on what had just happened to him. He leaned against the counter taking weight off his throbbing leg.

30 minutes earlier.

Drew Lundy turned over in bed. He had just had a weird dream involving a girl slightly shorter than he. With blonde hair and a sweet innocent face. A face that belied just how freaky the girl had been. "Just a dream Drew, no big deal."He thought to himself. He could see the light of the sun through his still closed eyes. He opened them. He always kept his shutters closed to keep out the sun. Either way his alarm clock always woke him up before sunrise. He closed his eyes then turned back over away from the light. The light was making his head hurt. "No," he realized, "I think I drank to much last night." Indeed the hangover he was so familiar with was starting to pound away at his forehead. He opened his eyes again as he realized that he slept in a sleeping bag under a desk in his small two-room apartment not a comfortable bed. Before him he saw a sleeping blonde curled up. In her hands she had... a riding crop.

Drew was all too familiar with stuff like one-night stands but still, a riding crop? He moved slowly out of the bed. He inched further and further away. "Nice apartment." He thought. Suddenly with a great pound the night before flashed into his mind. What he saw chilled him to the core. "I need to get out of here."

He grabbed his clothes as fast as he could. Hoping on one foot then another to get his boxers on he ran, to the closest door he could find. Swinging it open he gasped at what he saw. It was a closet, and it was filled with stuff that made the phrase "cruel and unusual punishment" strike Drew a bit closer to home. He closed the door quietly. Sneaking over to the other door he slipped into what seemed to be the living room of this apartment from hell. Throwing his shirt on he walked past the couch. It had started out just like everything else. Just making out on the couch. He saw a place mat on the floor, his shoes right next to it. "Freedom" he thought. He slipped on his pants then his shoes. He unlocked the many bolts on the door. "It can't be the greatest neighborhood then can it?" He swung the door open and he breathed out a sigh of relief. Just in time for the loudest creak he had ever heard to issue from the old hinges on the door. Drew was off like a shot slamming the door behind him tripping over trashcans he made his way to the elevator. He slammed the elevator button. "Hurry Hurry. Screw it"

He tore down the steps of the apartment building. All 4 floors flashed by. He ran outside into the cool summery air. Nearly bowling over an old lady on her way in. Off and running down the street Drew couldn't help but laugh. "This is gonna be a great story for the guys." He knew where he was, there was a little coffee shop a couple blocks away. He continued running. Out of breath and with a leg cramp of legendary proportions Drew made it into the coffee shop.

"Coffee, black, no sugar, crème." As Drew ordered what he had come to term the "Hard Ass Drink" he reflected on what had just happened to him. He leaned against the counter taking weight off his throbbing leg.

"$3.50,bro." The teen behind the counter yawned.

Drew reached to grab his wallet. Frowning he patted his other pockets. He patted down his jacket and his shirt. His ID was in his wallet. His phone number was on his card, in his wallet. His money was in his wallet. His wallet was... "Oh damn it!"... back in blonde’s apartment. This was gonna be a great story for the guys.

"Sorry man, you know the rules," the kid said with an indifferent shrug, "no money no coffee."