Eddie VERB ADVERB through the gate that Steve has left unlocked for him and into the ADJECTIVE , ADJECTIVE atmosphere of the changing rooms. He can hear Steve VERBing around in the back room that’s labeled ADMIN OFFICE – really more of a TYPE OF ROOM – and VERB himself in such a way that he’ll be directly in Steve’s path when he turns the corner. Sure enough, he hears Harrington’s footsteps approaching seconds later.
“Heya, big boy,” he VERB as Steve rounds the corner. It has the desired effect; he VERB backwards, overbalancing and ending up flat on his ass on the ADJECTIVE tile. Eddie’s BODY PART lights up, a laugh just starting to build in his BODY PART when he realizes that something is…off.
Steve looks ADJECTIVE . Like, really SAME ADJECTIVE . Like he’s seen a NOUN, rather than the same super senior drug dealer he’s been seeing every Thursday night for a month. “Woah, Harrington, easy man. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”
“Yeah, you did,” Steve VERB back, annoyance now seeping in where the EMOTION is receding. Then, as if hearing the NOUN in his own tone, he corrects with, “Sorry. I’m a little ADJECTIVE . Not, uh…not sleeping too great.” He accepts Eddie’s proffered BODY PART , allowing himself to be hauled to his BODY PART .
“Yeah, I... Sorry, I guess I did mean to VERB you. But I didn’t mean to…I didn’t realize it would get you like that. Sorry, man. Not ADJECTIVE .”
Steve seems PAST TENSE VERB by the apology, already waving him away. “You’re good, man.” He brushes off the seat of his (really egregiously ADJECTIVE ) swim trunks, and Eddie makes a ADJECTIVE attempt to look anywhere else as he does it.
