Gordon had just sat on the bed when his roommate finally arrived, elbows on his knees and his hands conjoined. Across his bed were strewn his still unpacked bags and hockey gear. The girl, he assumed to be Lillian, looked like a much better looking Denise Richards in his opinion. Well his assumption was correct as the girl introduced herself as Lily, taking the bed nearest to the door. He smiled in greeting as well. “How’s it goin’ Lily. You can just call me Gordie. Gordon makes me feel like an 80 year old.” He said with a quirk of his eyebrow in a joking fashion.<br/><br/>He wondered what this was going to be like. He never shared a billet with a girl. He had a sister back home but at least they had separate bedrooms. Here, he was sharing one with Lily. Guess no changing out in the open or any of that business. “So, I gots to apologize in advance, you know? Since I have to be up at like 4:45 in the AM every day for hockey practice. I’ll try not to disturb your beauty sleep, eh?” He informed her with a polite smile. Sleep was precious to college students so he might as well forewarn her. But if it didn’t bother her, at least there would never be conflicts in timing with the single bathroom they had to share.<br/><br/>Sighing, he slapped his knees as he stood up, perhaps acting like the 80-year-old he so refuted just a moment ago, like a tired old man having to get up for some labour or something. He took his hockey sticks and dropped them to the floor, kicking them under the bed, along with his skates. His bag of hockey gear he laid at the foot of the bed and took out his suitcase, beginning to unpack as well. Maybe he would stop by the gym before looking for a drink and getting acquainted with this place. It was his first time in Miami.<i>Shit. You’re probably going to need American ID to get booze around here.</i>His Canadian passport might work though. Or he’ll get laughed out of the store for a shitty “counterfeit” ID.<br/><br/>“So whatchu taking here, Lily?” He asked over his shoulder as he took out his clothing one by one, hanging them on the clothing line afforded to them in the alcove between the wall and the bathroom. Everything still seemed so bare but he was sure it would be made homely in the coming weeks. They had a sink but no fridge or even a microwave. They ought to get one in here. With his schedule, he rarely got to eat at set meal times. And who wanted to go down to the cafeteria or something for breakfast before his early morning practices?<br/><br/>Once most of his garments were set out, he put aside some shorts and a sleeveless tank to wear to the gym, along with a baggie of deodorant and other supplements. Yes, he was one of<i>those</i>type of exercise nuts. Powders. So many powders. Powders for protein, for meal supplements, for endurance and performance. “You ever need a boost, help yourself. Protein is chocolate cake flavoured. No actual chocolate though.” He offered to Lily, arranging the various little containers on his computer desk near to his bed. He didn’t doubt he had more such products than she did. He had cosmetic ones too, like gel and conditioner for his hair and that coconut soap he liked, brought all the way from Canada.<br/><br/>He had two phones, his Canadian line and his American one. The former was for calling home, the latter for his university needs. He spent a moment just setting that up. “Yo.” He called to Lily a moment later. “Can I get your digits? For room related issues.” He asked of her in a casual manner. “Anyways, I’ve been cramped on a plane for hours and need to find where the gym is in this place. You need anything from me, bud?”