Leo stood in the middle of his friend's apartment, arms crossed, watching Jed with an almost exasperated expression painted across his face, "Jed?"
Jed flew past him, words pouring out of him like a river, "Hey Leo! How long have you been here? When did you get here? What's up?"
Leo shook his head, "What are you doing?"
"Getting ready for tonight!" Jed replied, zooming around his small apartment. "Why do you ask? What does it look like?"
"Like you've had too much caffeine," Leo muttered.
"Huh? What was that? I didn't catch that?"
"I'm not surprised!" Leo exclaimed. "Would you please stop moving so fast? You're giving me motion sickness."
Jed came to a sudden halt, "Sorry."
"That's fine? How much coffee have you had today?"
Jed thought about it for a moment, "A lot."
"What's your definition of a lot?" Leo questioned.
"Six, seven, eight, nine, twenty, fifty cups..." Jed trailed off.
"Two o'clock." Jed replied.
"It's five-thirty Jed!" Leo exclaimed. He shook his head, "No wonder you're wired to hell."
"Yeah, well..." Jed jumped into action once more, rushing around his apartment.
Leo watched him a moment longer, "Okay, you're going to need to switch to decaf."
"Huh? What did you say?"
"That's great," Jed replied, not paying any attention. He walked to his front door, "Okay, I'm ready to go."
"Hold up there, Lethario." Leo called out.
Jed skidded to a stop, "Why? What's wrong?"
Leo shook his head, "Oh nothing, except that you might want to, oh I don't know, put on your pants."
Jed looked down and saw only his boxer shorts, instead of his black pants, "Okay," he rushed off to the bedroom.
Leo remained in the living room, rubbing his forehead.