Meeting the roommate }{ A wager?

[Corrin Cobain]

Following his audition, Corrin walks down the corridor towards his dorm room looking slightly worse for wear, the physicality of it clearly taking its toll on him. For once, his shades are not on his face but safely tucked into the side of his trunks. The expensive shirt that he was wearing before the audition is now being used to mop the sweat off of his face. He pushes open the dorm room door and sees his roommate, Chris Havenstorm sitting on his bed.

Havenstorm:
Tough audition?

Corrin looks at him, about to say something sarcastic but finds he doesn't have the energy.

Cobain:
Nothing I can't handle.

Havenstorm:
I've just seen the match card for our first gym show; we're facing eachother. Good luck, you're gonna need it.

Corrin looks up, the statement finally catching his attention. He observes his roommate closely for the first time, contemplating how difficult it would be to beat him.

Corrin:
Well isn't that something. Care to make it more interesting? How about a wager? Like, say, the loser buys the drinks at Larry Flynts or if you really are feeling that lucky then how about the winner gets the dorm and the loser sleeps on the street? Unless you've got any other suggestions...?

TBC by Havenstorm/Anyone else