May. 10th, 2010

5/26/74

May. 10th, 2010 09:49 pm
sorrydontsuitme: (can't a guy be thoughtful?)
He didn't like that.

He didn't like that at all. That was a long... how the hell long was it the power was out anyhow? Nine hours? Ten? He sure lost track of time there in the darkness, but now that he's relieved himself and cleaned up a little, put on fresh clothes, it's time for the next order of business. If he was stuck in the elevator, it could be that somethin' bad happened to Freckles too.

Time to check up on Sassafras.

It don't take long at all to haul his ass down the stairs to 317; it's as likely a place to start lookin' as any. The elevator ain't even a damn option today, but in no time he's poundin' at her door. He don't care what time it is (maybe 7:30 in the a.m.) and he don't care if she's asleep and he don't care if he wakes up anyone else. Wake up the whole damn hotel for all he cares.

"You in there, Freckles?"

Hell yes he could have called first, but this ain't no date for a nice little cup of tea. He's got to see her with his own eyes and hold her with his own hands, and that's the only damn way he'll be satisfied.

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