Scott looks mesmerized into the bathroom mirror, smiling and scratching his chin.
"Oh yeah," he says under his voice. "Looking sexy today, Scott. Looking very sexy."
He flexes his pecs and his biceps in the mirror.
"Yeah, nobody can resist those guns. Thick, lean, hot. Man, nobody can resist Scott. Yeah, Scott, the only hot guy in this fraternity. No, the whole college. No the whole country..."
Nick ignores the rest. This dick is so in love with himself that it's appauling. Any woman could resist his arrogance if not his muscles. But Scott isn't done yet.
"I know what you need, gorgeous..." he says to himself in the mirror.
Waving narcissitically to his reflection a solumn departure, he opens the mirror and takes out a spray can. From his position as a minute voyeur, Nick can not see what the can contains. Whatever the case, the cap is greasy and sticky from the last user. This, to Scott's frustration, moves not even to sheer force.
"Come on!" grunts Scott as he forces his godly build upon the reluctant cap. "What the fuck?! Why didn't the last asshole to use it wipe off the damn thing! Dude, that's fucking ridiculous!"
In his pulse of anger, the cap pops right off and the spray can slips out of his hands.
The can rolls along the floor towards Nick. Too bad Scott just slipped after the cap, leaving Nick to his fate.
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