Couch-surfing night

I was once new to a small town, and found out that a local bar had live music in the weekends. I was currently lodging at a friend of a friend’s house, sleeping on a couch in the living room. <br><br>The house had two bedrooms, the friend of a friend had a brother, they were the two inhabitants. <br><br>One night I had a night out at the local bar, and came home rather late and quite merry. I had the key to the front door, which I used and went inside, turned on the lights and went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. <br><br>I opened the fridge and there was a short pause, a moment, a second where a nanosecond was a lifetime. Then I closed the fridge and ran for my couch. <br><br>I looked back and there was the brother and his apartment friendly male neighbor both sitting in my couch absolutely butt naked. <br><br>I turned around ran out the door and walked to a nearby hotel. <br><br>I never saw any of them again and never went there again. <br><br>I think we could have been friends.