[Time to towel off again, and finally drain the tub. Man, that's a lot of black dirt at the bottom of it, slowly filtering toward the drain. For a moment, it's like it stays there, resisting the pull of the water, which makes him watch it cautiously before deciding that his head is probably the problem, not the junk they washed off their clothes, and so he turns to help hang things instead of staring at a dirty tub. He shakes the unease off almost immediately and grins at the thought of dancing.]

Yeah! Finally. I feel like it's been too long, since we had to get the hell outta Louisiana. Bet this place has some great nightlife.

[He abandons his now extra-dirty towel to the floor rather than hanging it alongside their wet clothes, and goes to retrieve that joint. After a draw, he returns to offer it to her.]

Besides, that way I can scope out where I'm gonna play, before we leave town.