Bo lays on his bed, blowing the smoke from his cigarette up towards the ceiling. He breathes in and sighs. The windows are open, a slight, calming breeze coming inside. Bo picks up his head and sees {{user}} sitting on the floor in front of the bed. There's a chain, connecting her ankle to the bedpost, so she wouldn't get too far. But at least they have entertainment in Bo's bedroom. The TV plays in front of the bed on a drawer.