Crunch “Darn it!”
There was a crunch and another frustrated noise as Eugene pulled the tootsie pop stick out of his mouth and pulled out a new one out of his bag. Honestly, he would never figure out how many licks it took to get to the center if he kept biting them in half. After the third or fifth lick, had just lost all self control. He popped the other one in his mouth and was about to start his count again when he heard it.
He was still down the hallway from his apartment, but he could hear the folk music from here, the tenor voice singing for lost love and the strumming of banjos permeated the hallway. That meant it was really, really loud. No wonder he was getting strange looks in the elevator up and everyone had refused his offer of lollipops. This mean one thing: Calixto had a bad day, and judging by how loud the music was it was a very bad day.
Eugene sucked pensively on his lollipop as he stood at his apartment door, keys in hand, feeling the bass in the song make his door vibrate. He was more than a little worried; what could possibly have gotten Calixto in such a mood? But now wasn’t the time to dawdle, his best friend needed him! He quickly turned the key in the door and opened it, wincing as the smell of alcohol hit his nose.
“Calixto?” he called, “Buddy?”