Rhett Mason Lyle
Rhett ran a towel through his short hair with a sigh. He needed a clean shirt and not one that simply smelled clean. He opened his small closet and cringed. Hmm... Was he trying to impress his gaming buddy? Buddy. Right. He closed the closet and picked up a pile of discarded articles of clothing. He tossed them in his tiny washer and turned it on after dumping soap inside. He looked around and picked up the place a bit. He wasn't very messy unless he was binge gaming. Which was often. As he cleaned up his messy bedroom, he discovered a present. A brand new t-shirt. Score. He pulled off the tag with a grin and threw it on. He pulled out his cell phone with a grin. I know a great fish and chips place. It is low key and delicious. And, of course, you can't pay. You won that last shooting match, so it is on me. But mark my words, you will be buying my next lunch after I beat you with no mercy. I will pick you up in thirty minutes- that is if you can be ready
He sent it happily. "Now, where did I put my shoes....?"
Rhett ran a towel through his short hair with a sigh. He needed a clean shirt and not one that simply smelled clean. He opened his small closet and cringed. Hmm... Was he trying to impress his gaming buddy? Buddy. Right. He closed the closet and picked up a pile of discarded articles of clothing. He tossed them in his tiny washer and turned it on after dumping soap inside. He looked around and picked up the place a bit. He wasn't very messy unless he was binge gaming. Which was often. As he cleaned up his messy bedroom, he discovered a present. A brand new t-shirt. Score. He pulled off the tag with a grin and threw it on. He pulled out his cell phone with a grin. I know a great fish and chips place. It is low key and delicious. And, of course, you can't pay. You won that last shooting match, so it is on me. But mark my words, you will be buying my next lunch after I beat you with no mercy. I will pick you up in thirty minutes- that is if you can be ready


