He bet Westcity Airbnb

Westcity

reeked of marijuana or maybe that was just where Dave decided to sleep. A big house, at one time probably pretty nice, was decorated now with greek letters. The inside hacked and cut into seperate rooms for 30 men or boys. And thats where Dave's spontaneous 

Airbnb

was. Fuck he thought, a nice few days for business then back home. The house was relatively empty, aside from a few 'brothers' walking around, an older one with a younger one. The older one pontificating about the best party they ever had, the entire first floor was full of sand. Dave thought is that possible? Then he thought about the pyramids and those got built so filling the entire first floor was probably doable. He went to his bed, a relatively clean room, but the mattress had seen better days, and the couch was past its expiration date. 

"Knock knock" the guy from downstairs came to the door. 

"Just to let you know man, were doing a small get together tonight, so come down if you want. Nothing too crazy just the boys, some girls, and some beer."

Dave didn't want to go but instead said thanks, sure. He wasn't doing anything.

The guy left, saying cool man cool.

Dave closed the door, and sat on his bed. 

He thought about bringing what he used to bring to parties. Joints, two or three, he could offer at a good time, maybe when he wanted to talk to someone at the end of the night. He liked that, slipping outside sharing a moment with someone, he didn't do that anyone more, harder at children's birthdays. A line crossed between sad and cool. He bet he could find some here.