Watching Who: Damon and Spencer Where: the common room, then Damon's room When: evening Rating: R
The heat wasn't bothering Damon as much as it was probably bothering some others on the fourth floor. He was relatively stoic about physical discomfort that didn't automatically arouse him, and he didn't see the point of complaining about the temperature. He simply kept his windows open, took plenty of cold showers to temporarily cool him and found diversions where he could. It seemed that even he reached an impasse at a certain point when it came to wanking, and he'd put away all the DVDs he'd received and decided to spend a while at the viewing station in the common room. It wouldn't be here for much longer, since they'd be merging with the rest of the house tomorrow.
After what was probably his third or fourth shower of the day, he wandered out into the common area wrapped in a towel and flopped onto his stomach on the couch. Strangely enough, there was nobody around right then, and he imagined that people were busily plotting strategy or else watching the cameras downstairs in the privacy of their rooms. He watched, hoping against hope for something interesting. Maybe Chris would nail the redhead, winning him the bet, or maybe somebody would get naked to take a shower. With a sigh, he loosed his towel, letting the end of it fall onto the floor, not caring whatsoever that his bare ass was now exposed to all and sundry that might walk in. Most of the people up here probably wouldn't give a shit, anyway.