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The loud blare of the alarm clock felt like a million jack hammers going off in Maverick's head. He went to roll over to turn off the alarm and immediately with a loud thud found himself on the floor of his room. "Fucken alarm shut the hell up!" he yelled as he grabbed the clock and threw it, the alarm clock smashed against the bedroom wall and the wailing of the alarm stopped. Maverick picked himself off the floor spewing expletives as he walked to the bathroom of his efficiency apartment. The apartment was just one room, his bed just a few feet away from the couch, and old tv sitting atop a milk crate entertainment center. The bathroom wasn't much better if he really needed to he could take a shit and wash his hands at the same time, and bath's were a luxury he couldn't afford. He didn't know what to call it a shower or a bath, it looked like someone took a bathtub cut it in half and turned it into a shower. But either way Maverick really didn't care it was his place and he wasn't living with his father. He found out the hard way that even though his father, wasn't a raging drunk anymore, he was still a royal douchebag that was better off in jail. Maverick looked at himself in the mirror he looked like shit.

The night before had been one hell of a party, the only the missing was a random chick in his bed, "Damn", he said as he proceeded to splash some water on his face. He quickly kicked off his boxers and hopped into the shower, "Shit thats cold!" the water heater was out again looks like he was going to have to call the landlord again. The water heater quit at least once a week, and looked like it had come over on Noah's Ark but the cheap ass slumlord refused to replace it. But Maverick didn't have time to worry about it right now, so he took the cold water and jumped out as soon as the soap was rinsed from his body. He walked out into the apartment with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair slicked. After rummaging through his clothes basket looking for the least dirty thing to wear, he dressed, pulled a box of Lucky Charms out of the cabinet, proceeded to pour himself a bowl with some milk. He sat down and took a bite finding that the cereal was stale. "This is turning into a perfect morning and I have a project due" he said to no one in particular.

Maverick went to class that day and all he could think about was getting through it and going to the kick ass party that was supposed to be tonight. He barely had finished the project and turned it in, the professor giving him a raised eyebrow, "Mr. Rease maybe you should start thinking more about your GPA instead of your extracurricular activities, you have the potential to make something of yourself other then a bum. I suggest that you think about what your priorities are" said the professor as Maverick walked out of the classroom. It didn't matter because Maverick didn't hear a word he said, as he raced to get home and get ready for the party.

As he looked at himself in the mirror he wondered what the party would be like tonight. Would he have a run in with some asshole and have to rearrange his face, or would he find himself dancing with a cute girl. He didn't know for sure but he did know that he was going to party his ass off. As he walked up the the house all he could do was smile who ever they were they had some money and money meant good booze and right now thats all Maverick cared about. The music was pounding and there were already half drunk people there, Maverick avoided them as much as he could and made his way to the bar. "Hey, give me shot to start out with and a Sam Adams" he called to the bartender.