The lights were dim as the group sat around on the floor near the window.  There were lots of large pillows and throws strewn about the entire section.  It was almost palatial in its look and feel.  They were all in exotic pinks and blues giving it a Moroccan flavor.  This was Spencer and Linda’s room.  They had erected this section of their room on a whim one day and it kind of grew into a hobby.  They each became obsessed with how many pillows they could get into the space.   Whenever they would go out they just had to buy any pillow that fit their theme or color scheme.  It got to the point that when friends and family were lost as to what gift to get either of them for an occasion the obvious gift was yet another pillow.  Their room became legendary among the sorority and frat.  They decided to leave it to the next set of girls when they graduated.  It wasn’t so they could keep the tradition going but simply because they figured they had well over 100 pillows there and refused to be the one to try to pack that all up.

Now the four lazed around the smoke filled room as they had passed around a bowl.  Of course someone had to go and get philosophical, or so they thought.

Mason:  “I wonder how many pillows we could fit in this room.  Dude we should just filled the entire room up.  Like to the ceiling.  That’d be cool.”

Jenn:  “What would be the point of that?

He went silent to think.

Jenn:  “Precisely.”

Mason:  “It’d be cool.  That’s all I’m saying.”

Jenn:  “Stop saying things and kiss me.”

Without a second question he leaned over and did as told as she claimed on top of him and the two sunk a little deeper into the mound of pillows.  Spencer hated when they did this because it often left her with Kyle who always had that expectant look on his face, just like he had now.   He slid closer but Spencer pretended to ignore him and took a swig of her beer.  He then resorted to poking her in her side.

Spencer:  “Stop.”

Kyle:  “Come on.”

Poke.

Kyle:  “Spence baby, please?”