Lance froze, face forward to the fridge and with one hand already in the mayo jar.  If he turned around, both his new roommates would laugh at him.  They couldn't see into the fridge because he was there, and with some sleight of hand you can make it work.<br/><br/>"Yeah sure we got some."  Lance said as he grabbed the glass carton.  He quickly wiped the mayo on his hands into the milk, and give it some shakes while he looked for the expiration date.  Finding those, he begins to scratch off just the month, then pauses before pulling off the whole thing.<br/><br/>"Not sure when I got the bottle though to be honest, doesn't mix into any of my favorites."  He walked over to the couch and dropped the bottle on top of the delivered.  He then continued past to the stairs and shows Charlie that it is very old.<br/><br/>"So I can't speak for you two but lm not near drunk enough to go back to school.  The sweet summer days of freedom are calling me back, like a phone call from an ex every told me to dump.  It the same for you two or is that just me?"<br/><br/>As Lance gave his soliloquy he moved to the liquor cabinet and pull out a large metal flask to slowly fill with an unholy concoction capable of intoxicating by a meer smell.  It has yet to be tested if similar results could be achieved fro. secondary air.  Having a bunch of bored teenagers jammed into a single room is the best place to try it.