I shook my head, pushed my hair back behind my ears. I could feel the grease slick on my fingers: I needed a shower, not medication. Give me a hot shower and a warm towel and I’ll calm all the heck down.
“Suit yourself.” Rash shrugged and popped the pill into his own mouth, which is probably what he wanted, anyway.
I grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around myself, trying to ignore the smell; trying to stop myself from shivering. Rash never felt the cold. He could stand there in just his vest and shorts and even break a sweat, while condensation froze onto the window.
Of course, him standing there in just his vest and shorts made it easy to see he'd grabbed the wrong bottle of bitty blue pills. And if he didn't crank the heating up soon, his dewdrop was going to become an icicle.
Opening: Anon......Continuation: Anon.