Jon was feeling a gnawing agitation he didn't have a name for... everything felt raw and he felt on edge. "I... I need to use the bathroom, where is it?" Sarah cocked her head and pointed to the door in the middle of a hallway. Jon didn't think of the place as his so the idea of just looking around seemed rude.
The first thing he noticed as he emptied his bladder, was that his penis got a major upgrade. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration as he went from average to a very solid above average. Perhaps not professional porn star but he can imagine why Sarah is with him and was eager to help jog his memory.
When he looked in the mirror he didn't see the scrappy teen he had been, instead was a more muscular and solid version of himself complete with stubble. "Holy shit" he said shocked. He pulled up his sleeve and flexed finding his arm is covered in the beginning of a sleeve tattoo starting on his shoulder... somehow he knew his intent was to finish it all the way down his arm and up his neck but it would be expensive and he's been strapped for cash. It looked sorta neat but he wasn't the man who found meaning in the imagery and it really just felt like a brand.
That unnamed need came raging back, an irritating siren call frum an unknown direction. "Hey Sarah," he said walking out of the bathroom, "I'm really not feeling so hot, I don't feel sick just, like, everything is loud but not audio. Do you mind if I take a nap on the couch or something?"
"What have you had?" Sarah asked with a quizzical look? "And how long ago?"
"What do you mean? I went to bed 17 and a couple months old, I woke up in jail being told bail was posted, saw you and was with you ever since."
"Right, well, lets start you off with coffee..." Sarah went over to a half full pot and grabbed a cup from a strainer.
"Eww, I drink coffee?"
Sarah literally cackled in response. "You live off of caffeine, nicotine, and pot... and sometimes too much alcohol, obviously"
"No... I wouldn't... But I'm muscular so I care about my body and treat it right."
"Umm, enough to keep it muscular. Yeah. Try these and tell me you don't feel better." Sarah said handing over a lighter, pack of cigarettes, and a marijuana vape she dug from her purse. She pointed to the balcony and there was a well used ashtray and beach chair on the tiny landing. His brain was screaming "fix it" every few seconds. He wasn't in a position to refuse anyone who claimed they knew what this body needed.
Sarah came back a moment later with the coffee, Jon was just getting into the fresh pack of cigarettes... fumbling Jon managed to get it lit and sucked, he stopped sucking and inhaled. The action felt familiar... was it muscle memory or something else?
