He finished the entire bottle, "Good, I know how you're like. Just gotta try to cut down those habits. My house is spotless and I don't need a huge mess in my home. My house isn't too big, there's two bedrooms. One is mine, obviously, the other is empty, so I use it as a dance studio. Pretty spacey for me to dance in. There's also a bed inside the closet, so if ya wanna sleep in there."

He glanced off to the side. He used to have someone who'd come over all the time, the person he used to date. Time has gone by and the only thing left is to move on. 'It's pathetic to be held back because of love. This isn't some crappy fairytale.'

Punkish stood up, stretching, "It'd be nice to have a friend living with me. I've been hoping for that. For some time, actually..." He went ahead again, tugging on Jersey's sleeve, "How much do I pay you?"

The two of them made it to an abandoned park, there was not a single person there, "They're all probably at home with their jazzy tech stuff, or something. Or out drinking." He kicked a rock, hitting a car. "Oh shit-" He dragged Jersey with him, hiding inside the large slide, peeking a little. Punkish began to break out in laughter, going down the slide and falling on the sand below, rolling around.