Room of Requirement.
The Ramones were playing. Danny thought he'd had a heartattack when he saw the phonograph, and his grin eclipsed itself when he shuffled over to a shelf and read the record titles. This room was, in a word, amazing.
There were beanbag chairs and pillows lying about, the phonograph in the corner next to a shelf of records. A bar was on the other side of the room, proving upon inspection to be fully stocked. An inconspicuous hookah sat in the middle of a circle of cushions behind it.
It was brilliant, really. Everything was provided - except the people, which should've been arriving shortly.
There were beanbag chairs and pillows lying about, the phonograph in the corner next to a shelf of records. A bar was on the other side of the room, proving upon inspection to be fully stocked. An inconspicuous hookah sat in the middle of a circle of cushions behind it.
It was brilliant, really. Everything was provided - except the people, which should've been arriving shortly.