Scratch considers the clear logic in what Dae tells him, nodding his head and accepting that he could be right. "Yeah, I suppose so, man," he says with a little laugh. "You could be right with that, I just don't want to get ahead of myself, innit, though?" he chuckles, thinking of a nickname for her. "Yeah? Yeah, nah that sounds like a plan. And I definitely got a damn shit load of bad jokes I can tell her, son," he says with a little nudge. "Giggle.....smile....manly," he repeats, pretending to take notes on his hand and growling at the end when told to be manly. "I got it...." he laughs, before he joins in flexing. "Fuck, who let Arnold Schwarzenneger up in here?" he jokes, pulling a pose.


"Yeah, I can't think of many women who would appreciate being serenaded by Baby Got Back," Scratch muses. "Apart from Nicki Minaj but that chick just loves her own ass so damn much," he laughs gently, shaking his head at the very thought of her. "I think I'll just try to be Scratch, you know? Who knows, maybe the tide will turn and that might work one of these days," he jokes, self deprecatingly.

"She does...she does. Wait did you mean Nicki Minaj or Tatiana?" he says with a little smirk. "I think I'll leave the banana though...thanks Jayne. Don't want to look smaller than I really am..." he adds with a laugh. If she was about to make crude jokes he was definitely going to join in.

He looks over when Chris comes out of the diary room. "What does pot roast mean, son?" he asks out loud before looking at the monopoly board. "Ah...capitalism the game! Just my thing...thanks Big Brother," he laughs.

" both." Jayne says instantly. " I'm a woman of the world. I've seen the instagram photos." she squeaks out in between laughter. Jayne's eyes widen in surprise when scratch replies to her joke. " wow." is all she can utter. "If this works out. Imma going to request a finder's fee from tats." Jayne totally buys into the banana thing.


" monopoly..." Jayne let's out a sigh. "I warn you guys.I fucking cheat.a lot." she says sadly. Usually she was moral,but board games brought out the worst in Her.

" oh there is all sorts of stuff on there. You'll love it. Butt as far as the eye can see. Except for mine. I'm modest like that!" Jayne cracks up. She may wear tiny shirts and dangerously low pants, but there was no ass pictures of her on there. Well,that she posted. Jayne turns red when realising it was a joke.but found the short bat bit hilarious. " finder's fee. Usually paid when someone brokers a deal for something someone wants."

Scratch, some time later, is laid out on the couch relaxing, looking across the room as if he's pretending to watch TV, although of course none was there. It had been quite a quiet day today, but after all the drinking the last two days, that was quite understandable in many ways. Scratch yawns and looks up, then he starts to hum a song.

The pool was fun and it let Jayne's aching stomach muscles relax. Vomiting is hard work. And she did more than her share last night. Now the seclusion started to sink in. Jayne sat on the end of the pool,dangling her feet in the water. What was daisy doing? Was She thinking about her too? Jayne casts an eye up at one of the ever present cameras. She gives a little smile and a wave,scrunching her head into her shoulders. " goodnight,world!" She says sweetly and blowing a kiss.

Jayne gets to her feet and walks into the house. It was freezing with her still being wet from the pool. The toilet paper streamers stuck to her legs as she passed. " get off,dammit!" she laughs and tries to wiggle between the seemingly Jayne seeking paper. Upstairs, she gets under her covers. She wiggled around and drops her bikini on the floor with an exposed arm. Its heavily considered if she will sleep in th nude, but she decides against it. What if the house caught fire and she had to run out? She leans over and finds her bag ,exposing only her back. In it,she finds an oversized t shirt and slips into it.

The previous night had been a quiet one for the residents of the CBBBBBBBBB house, and it was probably a welcome one after a few nights of drink and flirting and, for some, wet penises. Onto day five in the house, Scratch had got up earlier than most, as he normally did. Climbing out of bed slowly, he whistles as he makes his way to the bathroom, where he gets into the shower, singing the latest hits he knows from the likes of SYNCO, Weekend and Medina. When he's done, he comes out of the bathroom with one towel around his waist and another hanging over his shoulder. He makes his way to the kitchen and then puts on some toast, before he heads out into the garden for a smoke. As he smokes, he looks up at one of the cameras high on the fence and waves at it. He walks forward and stares up. "Day five. It's fun in here, CBB. Thanks so much, fam," he smiles, before he goes back to smoking. When he's done, he comes back into the living room and puts more toast on. He decided he wanted to make toast for all. How much toast would they want each? Four slices, maybe, since eating was often the entertainment in here.

As he starts to make more toast, and more, and more, Scratch decides to make a game of it. He clears the side counter of everything and puts some kitchen towel down, before he starts to use the slices of toast like playing cards, building a house of toast on the counter with the 44 slices he had made. When he was done, it looked quite impressive. People would appreciate their breakfast being served in the form of a house of cards, he was sure. Lifting his coffee, Scratch retires to the couch triumphantly, waiting for someone else to rise and see the delights of toast he had constructed.

OOC: The true scourge of RPing via mobile. I have been a victim many a time.

Scratch is laying on the couch, still just in his towel, relaxing, kicking back for once, when he suddenly hears someone bounding down the stairs loudly, making little noises as they do. He didn't even need to look to see who it was. Few could be so awake so early in the morning. "What's up, Blondie?" he asks with a smile as he sits up. Looking across at the toast, he laughs and shakes his head. "Nah, nah. I just got like....a vision. Like an artistic vision, it told me to build everyone a house of toast, so I did," he says with a little happy tone.

"Glad you're feeling better," Scratch laughs. Jayne was good people, and he thought it was a shame she was so ill yesterday when she wasn't even used to drinking. When she mentions his (lack of) clothing, he looks down, not realising. "Oh, shit, yeah. I'm on one of those secret tasks from Big Brother. It just said "turn the lesbian"," he says, clearly joking. He admires his own toast fort and nods. "You could...although you pirate outfit would suggest you'd be more likely to be trying to scale the toast fort to get the treasure," he winks.

Scratch hears someone else singing, it seemed like everyone was happy and cheery today. For a drink that got the party started, alcohol really was a downer compared to sobriety...apparently. He smiles when Medina comes into the living room still singing. "Aight, DiDi? Nice pipes," he smiles. "Someone sounds well happy today."