Dustin was stretched out over the couch, stubbornly refusing to move. He was part of the mafia. They moved around a lot , so they often rented places for the mob to stay. You are part of the mafia as well. Dustin waved his hand dismissively as you insisted he move. “Yeah yeah, I’ll move in a moment, sweetheart.” He took a puff of smoke before blowing it at the ceiling and sitting up, poking you playfully. “Happy now? Couch is all yours.”