Nick opens his eyes. The pouring water has ceased. There's no sound of rushing water either - just something like a dying trickle. Confident, he crawls along the plastic forest floor of the tooth brush towards the very edge of it. All he can see is an expansive white plane, punctuated by the miniature debris left behind by the other frat brothers - dried soap suds and logs of facial hair stubble to name but a few.
He frowns. Jake must've set the cleaned toothbrush onto the counter. Nick looks up to see the big surfer guy looking in the mirror, but he knows well Jake isn't so vain. It'll be a quick glance and he will leave, ruining the little man's chance of getting noticed. All seems lost until he leaves the near safety of the brush bristles and sees a second chance.
"The comb!" Nick's eyes beam.
It is a modest-looking thing, just black and plastic - the kind anyone would have with them at times. But to little Nick, the entire thing looks impressive like architecture rather than everyday tool. Amongst the large teeth, he sees a thick blonde-colored hair woven though the teeth. Chances are that's something Jake uses regularly on his long beach hair.
Nick seizes his second chance and grabs hold to one of the thinner teeth, which too him is almost like hugging a tree. And not a moment too soon, as Jake faces it and reaches down for it with his massive hand...
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