
I wasn't surprised to see them wrestling on the bed. Ryan had Tony in a head lock, he looked up and grinned. "Hey Dave. Come in and lock the door," he told me.
Tony looked at me through red eyes, and was able to gasp a plea for help, "Fuck Ryan's flipped, help me man."
"It's OK, I've got it under control," Ryan said shaking his head. He adjusted his grip around Tony's neck and his bicep expanded as he tightened his grip.
I watched as the colour drained from Tony's face. "Hey, give it up. You're going to kill him," I said.
"No, just enough to put him out for a while." It didn't take much longer before Tony was limp in Ryan's arms. He released him and checked his pulse, "Good, he'll be out for twenty minutes or so." He jumped from the bed and started to pull his t-shirt and shorts off. "Get undressed."