Zach angrily dragged a velvet ottoman into the lounge. It was presently quite empty.
He dragged it a few more feet from the entrance before he dropped it in place. He walked around to the other side of it, and kicked it over.
"Ugly thing..."
He leaned against the wall, pricking his finger, and then drew a few small rings on the bottom of the upturned ottoman.
Then, taking a place on the other side of the room, he sat down in a stray chair, looking for something to throw at his handiwork.
"Property of Montz" was cut into the side of the ottoman that faced the ceiling.
Zach found a small billiards ball, never mind from where, and tossed it against his makeshift target.
It would roll back more and more haphazardly with each throw, as the ball got dents from not being made for such an activity.
There's nobody here. I wish there was.