Rolling in Hallways 1

Rolling in Hallways 1

So it's 3am and we've been taking pictures outside for hours. Our bottle of scotch is long gone. While looking for fire-escapes leading to the roof of the Toshiba building we sort of accidentally wind up inside some former warehouse which seems to be used primarily by small businesses that each have their own alarm system guarding their doors. We wander the hallways, drunk. Get lost. End up rolling around on the floor for some reason. It's dusty.

Looking at the stark neon lighting and musty surroundings, I say: "You know what would look really good here? You, with less clothes."

The answer: "Do you dare me?"