When Jake ducked inside the skylight he threw his wet clothes onto the floor and picked up the chamois.  He gave it a few quick wrings into a trashcan then quickly toweled dry.  He felt bad for the girls; their long hair would be damp for a while in this humidity.  He reminded him again that he would have to try to get a few bare necessities working if they were to keep their sanity here.<br/><br/>Jake mentally made a list as he wrapped the dry drapes around his hips that he originally set aside.  He frowned as it looked like he was wearing some sort of morbid Martha Stewart kilt, but at least it was dry and preserved what little of his dignity he had left.  Bundling the rest of his clothes he descended back into the store and made his way to the gardening section.  He laid his wet but slightly cleaner clothes on the open frame of some lawn furniture, hoping they would be dry enough by morning to be bearable.<br/><br/>Not really satisfied with his kilt, Jake wandered the isles and smiled as he came across a rack of gardening pants; heavy canvas material with reinforced knees.  He pulled them out and held them up to his flashlight.  "Swell," he grumbled as he made out the bright green fabric complete with little flowers.  He rummaged around until he found a pair that would fit and quickly pulled them on, discarding his kilt on the floor nearby.<br/><br/>Jake wandered back over to his pack and secured his M4 and ammunition, along with some water before returning to the racks.  He was a little surprised he beat Dinah back, but quickly climbed the ladder and claimed a mattress.  Propping the rifle within reach, he sunk into the mattress and let his muscles relax.<br/><br/>At that point Dinah, climbed up and took her bunk.  "Yea it's been a while since I've felt clean.  It will be much nicer to sleep this way."  He watched her get ready for bed and smiled.  Part of him wanted to try again to see if she was up for some fun, but his ego was still a little bruised from the roof. "Yea, a slumber party.  For tomorrow night we will have to work on some popcorn...or maybe spin the bottle," he chuckled and almost immediately regretted it.  Sure stick your neck out again idiot, he thought to himself, see if you can alienate the only two women left on the planet in less than 24 hours.  He turned back to his bunk and pulled one of the canvas drop cloths up to block out the chill.