An Unexpected Evening

Helge stood in the doorway like a beta-male, gazing up at Morten, a big sigmaboy with a powerful vibe. "So, what is up, big goon?" he joked, running a hand through Morten's greasy hair. Morten flexed his fists, not in anger but in primal excitement, stammering about how delicious Helge looked. The tension was thick, like the air in a dank toilet. Just as they were about to ship their moment, a loud knock interrupted—Jimmy Ravn, the neighbor, threatening to call the cops. Morten sighed, glancing at Helge. "Wanna grab a pizza instead?" Helge shrugged, "Sure, big boy sigma."