Kenji languished for a moment in the front seat of his truck, absentmindedly raking his fingers through the dense mass of his hair. Reaching under the dark recesses of the driver seat, he groped about until he felt the cool metal of his sunglasses. A wide pearly smile spread in victory across his face as he pulled them from their hiding spot and placed the sunglasses on his face. Popping the sun visor down, Kenji’s grin grew bigger as he assessed his reflection. “Looking good, my guy,” he said to himself as he opened the driver's side door while grabbing his repurposed gym bag packed with a towel, sunscreen, and beer. The summer pool party was an annual tradition of Kenji and his friends, gathering together to drink, carouse, and generally have a great time together as they shared occasionally fabricated renditions of their ongoing summer exploits. Kenji’s friend Dan would regale the men with tales of his many bedded conquests while Amari would expound on his latest personal records
Dominic Venicci had the build of all the men in his Italian family, tall and beefy.
Though not quite fat, he did possess a small belly clearly visible with his crimson shirt
that he had to tuck in for his job as a server. Dom was a waiter at a downtown comic
club, a job he had held for over a year so far.
He was a pretty average guy in most respects. He knew to be respectable but
didn't place too much mental thought into what others truly thought of him. Dom wasn't
a valedictorian, but he knew well enough to get by in the world. He was laid-back,
easy-going, and loved to eat. His gluttony came from his largely Italian genes.
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