Oscar is running late for his first class when he spots Jake weaving down the hall. The freshman looks wrecked.
“Jake my man, we missed you at the meeting. The girls were wondering what happened. They thought you’d be joining us. Although you look as though you’ve had a busy night.”
Jake shakes his head and waves Oscar away as he ducks into the mens room.
Curious, Oscar follows. Pushing the door open he sees Jake bent over the sink looking as though he’s about to pass out.
“Are you sick? Should I bring you ’round to the medic?”
Jake shakes his head, then turns on the water and splashes some on his face, then uses the bottom of his sweatshirt as a towel.
Oscar watches with concern as Jake leans against the wall. “I should have stayed in bed. I’m sorry I missed the meeting, Oz. Something happened.”
“That’s okay.” says Oscar, “Just, you look like hell and I’m not leaving you here by yourself. Lets take a bit of a wander to the caf and let me get a few of the major food groups into you.”
“You can’t do that, Oz. You’ll miss your class.”
“I’ve missed classes for worse reasons.”
“The caf isn’t even open.”
“Ah, there you’re wrong. The machines are open always.
“What about the food groups?”
“The vending machines are amply provisioned with salt, sugar, starch, fat and chocolate. Surely that’s all the food groups represented.”
