The big bull-2

When I arrived back at the frat house, the noise had died down significantly, although the air was still steaming hot. There were a lot less people, the lights were lower and so I thought I could go up and get my watch and get out as unnoticed as possible. There were a few guys in the kitchen playing some sort of drinking game. Some couples were making out in the living room and in the corners. I went up to the bathroom and waited as someone was in there. Down the hall, almost all of the doors were shut. I knew lots of action was taking place behind those doors. Some guy, who was completely wasted, stumbled out of the bathroom not even looking up at me. I went in. My watch was not on the window sill and I checked all over the place and could not find it. I was quite upset, but not all that surprised, so I thought it was a lost cause.

I came out of the bathroom and who was standing there to my shocking surprise, but the huge beast; Christopher Bullock. He was pretty much looking the same way as he did hours ago. I guess he could party without being a fall down drunk. I looked at him and he just smiled. “Yo buddy, I thought you left a long time ago?” He said in his heavy low voice.