For<a class="link link--external" href="http://www.feastoffun.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/gallery_main-parker-gregory-shirtless-male-model-photos-11092009-09.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Fagan Browne</a>, it was as if he'd never left the old apartment or his old roommate.  Eight months ago, after graduation, he'd taken a new job and moved across the country.  It wasn't long, however, before he realized the job was far below his expectations, and he'd started sending out resumes.  By luck, a rival company back home was looking for his talents, and he'd snapped up the job.  Fortunately, his old friend was still here, happily pursuing his career, and he was the first one Fagan called with the news.  They'd spent the last couple of days helping Fagan get moved into his new place, in the same apartment building as his old buddy.  In their conversations, their laughing relaxation on the couch sharing a cold one, it was as if the months had never intervened, their friendship as strong as ever.<br/><br/>Tonight was to celebrate.  Since the bar they'd chosen was a bit upscale, Fagan was in a shirt and open jacket, no tie, and the top couple of buttons open.  He and his friend talked about girls, sports, sex, politics, sex, the classes they had hated the most, and sex.  There was plenty of eye candy in the bar, but after an hour or so, Fagan's attention was most directed to the pair of girls at the far end of stools.<br/><br/>"You know," he grinned slyly at his buddy, taking a sip of his bourbon,  "I think the one in the black dress is definitely giving us a lookover."  He waited for his friend to check them out.  "So, if you had to pick, which one would be your favorite?" he asked, in a playful game.