Carl hurriedly put on his clothes when he saw that Stan was not there for jokes.
His last encounter with Stan left him with a broken nose and broken rib. So he knew better than to mess with Stan.
Stan shook his head in disapproval as he took in the dirty living room, it looked as if it housed rats and cockroaches, instead of human beings.
The dirty-looking couches that had seen better years, had clothes and dirty dishes on them.
There were both empty boxes of pizza in different corners of the room. And enough empty bottles of beer to start up a brewery.
"Do you have something against neatness?" Stan asked as his eyes fell on the dirty coffee table that white particles on it. Most certainly drugs that they must have been sniffing before he came.
Stan couldn't stop wondering what Emily saw in this guy to make her date him. Except for the drugs of course. Because he isn't even good-looking.
