Baby, tell me what's your story? (I ain't shy, don't you worry)
[The night was quiet enough. Quiet was a luxury back out there, and almost a luxury here. Living together worked for the four of them and made things noisy enough, but absent the chaos there were those quiet nights. Rochelle was wondering if she had gotten used to being cramped together with three other men in damp places trying to sleep.
Speaking of sleep, she couldn't that night. Didn't know why. One of those restless nights, she guessed. So she took to slipping non-pajamas on and went for a walk outside. When she came back, she sat around. No real reason, just lying around and thinking and trying to make herself to go sleep. During the... what, fifth time she got up and restlessly paced around? She noticed one of the empty rooms wasn't so empty anymore.
She peered in and saw the pool table.
Uh.]
Speaking of sleep, she couldn't that night. Didn't know why. One of those restless nights, she guessed. So she took to slipping non-pajamas on and went for a walk outside. When she came back, she sat around. No real reason, just lying around and thinking and trying to make herself to go sleep. During the... what, fifth time she got up and restlessly paced around? She noticed one of the empty rooms wasn't so empty anymore.
She peered in and saw the pool table.
Uh.]