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I had some cereal when I got home.
Jonathan planned to make something better, something more substantial around 9. A salad, perhaps. He had some chicken in the freezer. Perhaps he could cot it into strips, have himself a bit of a fry. That might be nice. Salad with chicken.
At about 9, his flatmates trooped into the kitchen and started setting up for a little get-together. He knew because he clearly heard their music playing through the wall.
When he checked later, the kitchen table was occupied by about a dozen bottles, and--yes--a sign he was pretty sure was stolen from the car rental place next door. Either that, or it fell off the back of a fence.
A few minutes later, they started on sing-alongs.
Jonn rolled his eyes heavenward.
EDIT: They left the sign, and dozens of bottles in the kitchen.
There's a room inspection tommorrow.
At about 9, his flatmates trooped into the kitchen and started setting up for a little get-together. He knew because he clearly heard their music playing through the wall.
When he checked later, the kitchen table was occupied by about a dozen bottles, and--yes--a sign he was pretty sure was stolen from the car rental place next door. Either that, or it fell off the back of a fence.
A few minutes later, they started on sing-alongs.
Jonn rolled his eyes heavenward.
EDIT: They left the sign, and dozens of bottles in the kitchen.
There's a room inspection tommorrow.