Jordan closed the door behind him and and slumped against it. It was Friday night, he was pleasantly buzzed, and he'd spent a genuinely enjoyable evening with good friends and more than a few pretty girls. He should be happy. But all he felt was frustrated. Connor didn't look up from his laptop, but shifted to make room for Jordan on the threadbare, puke-green couch. "Strike out again? There's leftover pizza, if you want...