The night innocently enough started with a case of beer, a jug of wine and a few good friends enjoying eachothers long awaited company. As the brews flowed smoothly down our throats, the wine was the chaser, and the tension in the air grew heavy. I had seen it coming for some time now.
The conversation shiftly sharply as he banged his head against the nightstand that holds the television. Intentionaly of course. There was no harm intended and no harm done. It was all just a good time. A rowdy time. But then again, what do you expect when a few good friends get together for a long awaited reunion.
The tension was broke, and relesed into the air as if a ballon had exploded as a pin slightly touch the rubber. It was chaos. Nobody acted. It was only talk. But we could feel it coming. I had seen it coming for some time now.
Crash! The sound of laughter filled the air as he flew through the air into the door of the roommate. The roommate that was never welcome in his own house. Felt uncomfortable when a few good friends got together. Never joined the friends. Maybe because of akwardness.
"Fuck you," the roommate replied "Go somewhere else." The broken tension was fed. Chaos was here. It was like gasoline to a fire. There was no turning back now.
Crack! The sound of laughter filled the air as the roommates door broke loose from the hinges and layed in victory on the bedroom floor. It was over. The battle was won. The tension gone. The fire was extinguished. Everything was fine. Until tomorrow.
He was evicted.