Tom was done with the happy life. We even had a fight over his missing down bedding, that Susie once grabbed out of the closed for an overnight guest. Silly accusation let to silent, which let to him moving out in search of a better life. He stopped trying besides trying to compete with Flo and enjoying some Augustiner. We reconciled before he took off. Flo moved into Tom's room and Dav into Flo's former room.
Dave just came back from his 'orientation phase' in India and all he moved in with was a sleeping pad, a few books and a 200 watt spotlight, because he did not want shadow in his room. So his room was rather sparsely furnished. Dave loved to communicate with all living things, also Susi's hooligan friends that differed somewhat from his pacifistic views using a bit of Valium in their beer to convince them of their inner peace.
At 4 clock in the morning he was drunk, and his small body shouted, "Hit me!" to the bullies. Susi just broke up withone of the hooligans and got the slight PANIC when she saw her ex with our new roommate. He did not hit him.
Susi slipped in the bathroom while getting a beer out of the shower stall and ended up with a cut on her wrist and a shard of glass still poking out. Flo, our medical student and hero of the evening immediately had his surgical sewing kit ready and patched the wound artfully with some vodka to disinfect.
On top of this eventful night someone puked a deep purple all around our bathroom. The culprit remain anonymous til this day, but disposed the bathroom rug by throwing it out of our bathroom window into our courtyard, as we could reconstruct the next morning.
We were also able to determine that the suspect had consumed our fruit salad and lots of Pushkin Black Sun. Further details remain secret to not affect the progress of the investigation at this point.
Optimistic, curious, human bee.