It was a nicer place than their last one, that was for sure. Digger's bed had all the springs, and the door to the bathroom actually shut, not to mention the fact that it was a hell of a lot cleaner. But they hadn't had any Rogue parties there just yet, so that was apt to change.
The best part, for Digger, was the fact that the cable programming actually got REAL football! He'd plunked himself down on the couch almost immediately after discovering this. An impromptu cooler was made by filling the largest pot in the kitchen with ice cubes and then stocking it with beer.
"Oi, Pommy!" he called from the living room, out to where Pete was bellowing at someone. "C'mon in here an' have a sit. They got clips from the World Cups on!" He reached for another beer and dropped the cap behind the couch as he gulped down a mouthful. "Fuck me, but yer sides gettin' their arses kicked by Italy, mate. Told ya they're bollocks."