Perching with one hip on the wide windowsill, Rob twitched the curtains aside to peer out at what looked to be an unpromising day.
Tim, having lost the argument, set a tray of breakfast on the bedside table.
"It's bloody freezing on that kitchen floor!"
His partner grinned and pointed out the window at a huddled figure, arms wrapped around her body; the small dress' pulling properties clearly outweighing its thermal ones.
Opening the window, Tim leaned out and yelled, "Oi! Shazza! Good night?" and laughed at the two fingered response and Rob's smack on his leg.
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