Yesss, flip-flops. Vinnie hugged the blanket around him like a cloak, and dragging it off the edge of the bed as he trudged away to find some clothes to wear.

"I know she's nice. She's really nice. That's why I don't wanna." He grabbed a pair of pants, trying to put them on while 1) not leaving the residual warmth of his covers, and 2) not touching the ground with bare feet. "There's people'd take advantage of that."