Current location : Co-Ed Dorm, Room 103<br/>Speaking With: Erin<br/><br/><br/>Jason got out of bed and playfully did silly muscular show-off poses while naked.<br/>"I am Mr. Universe," he said in a perfect Arnold Schwarzenegger accent.<br/>After he struck a final pose, he came over to the bed where Erin was looking at her phone. She was excited because she had found a guy to do her body paint, and he was excited for her.<br/>"Mystique, huh? That's awesome."<br/><br/>Jason thought it over.<br/>"Well, if you're going Mystique, I'll go for Magneto. It's a superhero dress-up and we're technically going as supervillains, though."<br/>Jason then switched from his normal voice to his Ryan Reynolds as Deadpool voice.<br/>"But, hey, who needs rules, right?!"<br/>Jason grabbed his phone and texted the selfie to his bros back in Chi-Town and held up five fingers.<br/><br/>Counting down the seconds, his phone started blowing up after the last finger went down.<br/><i>Duuude, so jelly!<br/>
Not wasting any time, I see lol.<br/>
Did you get her number?</i><br/>His best friend just sent back the muscle arm emoji followed by the eggplant emoji. His artist friend sent a Boromir meme that said 'one does not simply' at the top and 'not get her number' at the bottom.<br/><br/>Jason laughed and opened his contacts to call his buddy who had sent the meme, Alan Dawson. He was an artsy guy that loved drawing, painting, costume making, and video games. Alan had transferred to his high school during their Freshman year from down south in Woodlawn. Since he was new and nerdy, he practically had a neon sign over his head that said 'bully me'. The universe smiled on him, however, and his first period class was with Jason. Some guys tried to pick on him, but Jason and his other friends, all weightlifters and martial artists who bullied bullies, smashed their faces and took Alan into their fold.<br/><br/>It was a match made in Heaven. Having friends who grew up in Chicago helped Alan complete his transition, having a life and feeling like he belonged. In return, Alan introduced them to great video games, made them dope costumes for Halloween parties, and helped them with their assignments that called for a creative touch. There was a picture of all of them together on Jason's phone, the six of them posing Senior year at the beach along Lake Shore Drive. Alan was applying for art school and knew artists all over the country who did cosplay. He was hoping that he could recommend a good costume maker in Florida.<br/><br/>The phone was picked up on the second ring.<br/>"Hey, man! Look at you hitting the beach with a hottie<i>on day one</i>!"<br/>"Well, one does not simply not hit the beach their first day in Miami," he said, doing his best Boromir impression.<br/>Alan cracked up and they shared a laugh just like they had done many times back home.<br/>"You've gotten really good at those, bro."<br/><br/>Jason looked over at Erin and winked.<br/>"I know, man."<br/>He turned back to the wall.<br/>"But, anyway, man, I called because I was wondering if you knew any good costume makers in Florida?"<br/>"You're in luck, because there's a good one in Miami, actually."<br/>"Oh, yeah?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, he's got his own business there and gets big money at convention time from the local cosplayers."<br/>"Wow, awesome. Think he can squeeze me in?"<br/>"I've got his number, so I'll just send him a text and let him know you're coming."<br/>"Sweet, dude. What's the name and address of the shop?"<br/><br/>After getting the information, he assured Alan that he did get the girl's number and hung up. He would save the conversation of who Erin was for another day. Coming over to Erin on the bed, he wrapped his arms around her.<br/>"I'm gonna shower and then head to House of Masks to get my costume made."<br/>Jason got some clean clothes and headed for the shower. He was very grateful to have a referral to a professional not horribly far from the campus.