"You know it. Scraped knees and stubbed toes all the time, everywhere."

Well, this is at least a lot more comfy than a pool table, and still a helluva more comfortable than a gunshot wound. Even if it's significantly less hygienic. Ugh. Speaking of.

"Mrgnh. Help me up. Should probably head to the table for this. It's cleaner than somethin' you slept in for a while, and I'll get up with a hair bandage stuck to my back." Tommy doesn't really want to move, but he knows that it'll be better for him than something rubbed in with garbage juices, even if the last time the table was sterilized was when Tommy'd spilled his alcohol on it.