An earnest question in the night

Me and Tompen was on our way home from East last night around 02 am on a bus full of drunken people stumbling around with empty looks on their faces. We got off at Picadelly Circus and walked down to Green Park to catch another bus from there. Soho was bristling with life; rickshaws with tipsy travellers, people running from one club to another, romantic moments in corners of streets, people singing, smoking, kissing and chatting loudly. Tompen took all this in, was quiet for a moment and then asked me, in a confused voice:

WHY ARE PEOPLE US THIS LATE??

Tompen. Not very rock n’ roll. As for the three witches, all of us have a tendency of being up late and simply lacking the insight that darkness equals sleep.
As for Elin and CC last night, I am not sure how much beauty sleep they got…

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