"Simon, I was gone for less than two months and you started smoking 'leaf'?" Dean couldn't help but let the expletives fly as he set down his computer and luggage.
It was bad enough that the guy was shirtless, but what was truly eye-watering was the drawing he had made on his chest with a marker, featuring two eggs with a hot dog squeezed between them.
Okay, the unique drawing, the bare chest gyrating to the beat, the horned helmets, and Michael Jackson's "Bad" blasting from the speakers.
Dean suspected he was trying to psych himself up in this unique way after striking out with the ladies. Yup, psyching up that hot dog.
"Come on, Dean, the doctor said partying helps alleviate mental stress. Come, join me in paying homage to our 'little brother'!" Simon remembered that Dean had gone on leave early due to mental health reasons, and now that the two could start a party together, maybe all problems would disappear.