"Nothing Concrete"

, I replied.

"Oh I'm sure we'll come up with something," said Rachel, smiling. "In the meantime, do you wanna go down to the common area. Everyone seems to have gone into their room because they're so unimaginative, I think most of the bets will involve fucking tonight"

"Right." said Sam, slightly disappointed that they wouldn't do the same. "Don't worry, Sam," Rachel said, "like Maxine said you're my type and I'm yours, everything will come with time" With that she kissed him on the cheeks and began walking to the stairwell.

On the way down the conversation about literature continued. "I don't really divide up literature as 'true art' and 'popular'. That's stupid and dismisses the literature most people are familiar with. And that's the literature that shapes society, not the obscure stuff. Although some of the stuff we now think of as obscure high art was really the pop lit of its time"

Sam laughed. It was cute seeing Rachel so passionate about something. "Well, I'm just glad you don't think I'm a heathen"

Rachel smiled mischievously, "Oh well, we're all heathens, honey" This send a chill down Sam's spine. "Speaking of which, we've arrived!" whooped Rachel. They opened to the common area that was just full of games. Arcade games, board games, table tennis, foosball, video games, trivia machines, etc.

"Well, you were right," laughed Sam, "I'm sure we'll think of something"

Rachel found this very amusing indeed.