"mercedes,a very pretty name." jayne politely says. she grew up in miami,she knew more people named mercedes than she knew with her own name. "yum...bootleg,possibly mislabeled wine. it could be urine for all we know. i have a light tolerance for both alcohol and urine."


"elly...that works swimmingly. hello elly-o!" she laughs as she lets her hair down. she winds the scrunchee onto her wrist and shakes her head.the tight pony tail finally falling free is a great relief to her.

Scratch finishes a cigarette and walks back into the house. When he sees Mercedes holding up the two wine bottles, he scrunches his face up a little. He might have loved a drink, but even he had limits, and he could never really stand having red warm wine. He would rather just see how much coffee he would be able to have before his heart started palpitations. He smirks at Mercedes and Jayne. "I'll leave you ladies to polish that off. I do love the label though. That's some classy looking product." He smiles and then sits up on the counter, looking around the kitchen like he might find a few beers casually hiding somewhere.

Jayne giggles at the dismissal of the warm wine by scratch. "oh come now. you never drank warm wine while underage? not even some boones farms?" she teases lightly.

"oh,im totally taking it all in,elly. i hope it remains like this. i dont want to walk in on unteathered wangs flopping around. or really even unteathed boobs." she says shaking her head side to side. jayne didnt abide public sex. it would be awkward to see in person.

Elyar nods. "Yeah, I hope your right Jayne, but I doubt it I can see things hitting the fan soon and people are gonna starting pissing people off, but nudity will probably happen". Elyar smiles. "So you want to open this wine or what?"

"Did you know you can open wine with a shoe," Scratch offers nonchalantly as he throws an orange trash can-wards after the apple, hitting the bullseye again and celebrating.

"do you hit it really hard,scratch? cause i tried that with a bottle of beer....." she trails off and lets the unspoken words speak for her.


jayne wiggles her fingers and grins. " elly,i take pride in these nails..thats why the paint is all chipped" she cracks up and takes a glass. " thank you." she says softly and takes a drink. she tries not to scrunch her face up. it was acrid to say the least.

jayne listens to scratch and looks from his hands down to her shoes. they werent dirty by any means,but still too unclean for being placed anywhere near a bottle opening. " that is some mcguyver type stuff.we have another bottle of wine.i really want to see that done." jayne thinks for a moment. it was only right to exchange a helpful tip of her own. "um...never bring a black light into a hotel room. it will look like a jackson pollack painting in there."

"Well when it comes to the net bottle, I'll give it a go!" he says happily. "But if I break the bottle I can't be held responsible for that shit, innit? I don't wanna be enemy number one of the house if I end up cracking the wine," he laughs. When she mentions the blacklight, Scratch thinks for a moment and then laughs. "KInda like the inverse version of one of those psychology ink splat things." He imitates a psychiatrist situation, sitting up. "Vot do you see...Mr Scratch? Hmm....it looks like....someone spaffed all over this hotel room. Probably wanking. No one brings a woman to a hotel this cheap," he says, laughing hard.

"I'm sticking one of these bottles in the fridge. Warm wine isn't exactly the best taste in the world." Mercedes takes one of the bottles and opens the fridge, looking for a place to conveniently place it. It's now like she is the one wanting to hide it from other housemates. She catches the tail end of the conversation between Jayne and Scratch. Mercedes looks rather confused. "Um...who spaffed and where?..."

"Dae? Nah, that bruv seems well cool innit? We can pin it on....actually I haven't met anyone here yet who would have done anything uncool enough to be the scapegoat in that scenario. I'm sure someone will be soon though," he laughs, genuinely wondering who would be the first one to piss the whole house off. He hoped it wouldn't be him. "Hotel wankathon....for when your mum won't stop offering you milk when you're trying so hard to produce your own," he says, laughing hard at his own bad advertising voice. "Shit, I'm like losing it already," he chuckles.

He looks across as Mercedes tries to hide one of the bottles of wine in the fridge. "Chuck it behind something horrible. Something no one will touch like peas or something," he says, as if he's now an expert on concealing wine. When she asks about their conversation, Scratch laughs hard and slaps his own thigh. "No one in particular. We was just saying like how all hotel rooms are covered in the remnants of some geez spaffing off in there. Normally the weird chokey wank guys as well."