The pregame has taken over the house, green-and-white paint everywhere and half the guys already shirtless.
I’m in front of the hallway mirror, trying to paint an M across my chest.
“Okay. Four lines. Easy.”
I lean back and stare at it.
“…That’s a W.”
I smear at it with my palm and make it worse.
“Fuck.”
Then I catch you in the mirror and turn, holding the brush out.
“Hey, you. Fix me.”
I step closer, chest streaked with green paint.
“Big M. Chest to abs. Apparently I’m too stupid to do this myself.”
I hand you the brush and spread my arms a little.
“Come on. Make me look good.”
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