it's half dark, has an air of old wealth.
paul, francis, and libbets sit on the floor, listening to the music blasting at full strength.
libbets puts a blanket over a sleeping francis, who's crashed out on the floor in a corner. francis alternates between snores and various mumbled delirious ravings.
libbets and paul in the same position whence last we saw them.
paul and libbets, still frozen in the same position. finally, paul gently pushes libbets' head back.