[trahy-fek-tuh]
noun
1. a type of bet, especially on horse races, in which the bettor must select the first three finishers in exact order.
2. any achievement involving three successful outcomes
"Ow, my head." Lee rubbed his noggin.
"Sorry," Ryan said. "But that stuff wasn't being used so I boxed it up. I didn't throw it away so yo don't gotta get violent, brah."
While Micah was chibified, the excuse Ryan gave for Micah's absence was that he spent the summer in Tokyo, Japan.
Abe stopped by for a visit. "Has he returned? I heard a rumor he'd been seen in the financial aid office."
"Yeah, he's over there but don't piss him off," Ryan said. "The guy's bein' all surly n' stuff."
Introducing Abraham Nuer. Librarian from South Sudan.
"Hey Abe," Micah said.
"I take it the summer wasn't what you'd hoped, hm? Your hair's grown a lot."
"Look who's talking." He offered a tiny smile. "Ryan says it's dorky."
"And you listen to him why?" Abe plopped down onto the floor.
Micah shrugged.
Ryan groaned. "God save us, he has books. Boredom levels increasing.... nerdliness output too much to handle... "
"We should hang out more often," Micah said. "You sure know how to have fun."
"Indeed we should," Abe said.
"He said fun didn't he." Lee gave his brother a look. "Your roommate is a total weirdo. He acts like he actually LIKES school."
Abe gave them both a book. "I didn't leave you two out," he said with a laugh.
"What's he trying to say about me," Lee asked. "Bro, yours is upside down."
