He wakes up, picks his battered jeans off the floor, steps into them and pulls them to his waste. He wanders to the bed side table and removes a cigarette from the packet.
The bright morning sun is restricted by the old sheet hanging from the window, cigarette smoke fills the darkened air.
Her: "What time is it?"
Him: "It's like.... 9.30."
Her: "Urgh, you have to go right?"
Him: "You know me babe."
Her: "Like no one else...."
Her: "Hey listen, don't call me for a couple of days ok, he's back for the weekend and i could really do without ... well you know... anything for an easy life."
Him: "Hey sure thing, i got some stuff i gotta do anyways, i'll see you real soon."
He walks towards the door, just as he is about to leave the room...
"Hey, i was thinking about dying my hair back red."
He turns to look at her and flashes that devilsh smile that only she could perceive angelic and then leaves the room.