"Nightlight?"
"Nope."
"…neer do wells?"
"You suck at this game, stick."
"Well what else starts in this room starts with 'N'?"
"It's on your shirt – or should I say in your shirt…"
"Ack! That's not faaiirr it's cold in here and these scrubs are thin… yeow, your hands are cold."
Soft moan.
"Like that, huh…, how about if I do this?"
A soft yelp and whimper followed by a louder groan. The rustling of clothes being removed.
"We're in quarantine for smallpox and you two are going to get it on?"
"What the hell else are we supposed to do in here, Mahoney? Shut up or join in."
A wet slick noise and a gasp.
"…yeah, Denise – shut up or join in."
Fuck it.