Visitors

The house was a mess, not at all as Rock would have wanted it to look before two pretty, twenty-five-year-old women walked in, but here they were working their way past his roommate Jeff Lukas through the front door. One was dark skinned, of some indistinguishable ethnic origin, with curly hair and large, bright brown eyes, and the other blonde, sightly overweight, with a build that made him think she was a good athlete, perhaps a softball player.
They were both clearly excited by Rock's company and seemed indifferent to the mess, as though they were familiar with its type. They laughed as he continued around the living room, picking up the great collections of litter, primarily composed of newspapers and empty potato chip bags and soda-pop cans.