She was on her way, this was probably a bad idea, but he was a bit drunk and the sensible decision he had made just minutes before seemed ridiculous now.
He sat up on his couch, and then he realised. There was a hot girl coming to his flat, right now, and his place was a tip. There were week old pizza boxes on the floor and empty beer cans everywhere.
She would be here in less than 10 minutes, what was he going to do?
His mind, swimming in beer, came up with a plan, a brilliant plan.
He didn’t have time to tidy up, but he did have time to hide stuff. He grabbed the pizza boxes and shoved them under the sofa, he realised he didn’t even own a bin, so every beer can he had lying about found a new home in his cupboard. He had never worked so fast, everything in his tiny flat that should have been thrown out days, if not weeks, ago was then stuffed into a very small cupboard and shoved under a close to collapsing sofa.
Then for the finishing touch, he sprayed a can of deodorant all over the flat.
The entire can