081413 #worm Barp leads the way, stopping at a bookshelf to pick up the wine bottle and two more glasses. Thank god! Me thinks. The special smoking room has some futons and other sitting devices at odd angles, stone walls and floors with rugs, and a window through which can be seen a blank wall of grey bricks. For some reason, maybe because smoking forms a bond among strangers, in here the discomfort is lessened. Him and Me make themselves at home on one of the futons. Barp serves wine and cigarettes to Him and Me, tops off Geprorogo's glass and his own, and lowers his mass into a woven papasan. Geprorogo perches stiffly atop a stationary exercise bicycle.