Challenge Word: Clammy
Word Count: 100
A/N: I have no excuse for this

"And don't touch the walls!"

"All right, I heard you the first eighteen times." The gym showers were frigid. His breath fogged around him.

It came in blindingly fast. He snagged an appendage and spun, hurling it away from Sam. His foot slipped backwards, and he shot face first into the clammy tiles.

He heard shouting, gunfire, and firecrackers. He peeled himself off the wall and stared intently at his sparkly hands.

"Uh ... touched the wall."

Sam's head looked like the Goodyear blimp. The air was paisley.

"Sam, this wall is good shit. You gotta try it."

"Fuck no."