11-27-2020, 02:29 AM
Nox replied quickly. The new equipment was on display. The beginning of a joke jumped across his mind, but the landing didn’t stick, and Jay was without the usual sarcasm. There was another face on display, but without reason to recognize it, his grip fell limp and the wallet was dropped somewhere on the path to the bar. Fighting. Monsters. Tunnels and darkness. It all flashed across his mind and in an instant, he was running through the jungle, his skin sizzling in the night, hell unleashed and it wasn't enough. A heat burned the inside of his lids, and when he opened them, the antidote was right in front of him.
Fancy place like this upgraded the standard minibar fridge situation with something far grander. They had actual bottles. He channeled himself an amber-filled one from the top shelf and quickly sank refuge upon a sofa. Shows were pulled up soon enough, though it had been years since he was familiar with the current offerings. He stopped on a network showing something about boats and tipped the rim to his lips greedily.
The sky was dark by the time he remembered hotels delivered food. He somehow managed to navigate the ordering system, and when the delivery knocked on the door, he waded through a sea of glass to find out he’d only ordered escargot, flan, and something that he was certain was still alive. At least he got the tequila right, he glared and snatched the bottle straight from the tray.
Eventually, he found Natalie’s messages, but the words blurred so hard on screen, Jay didn’t bother trying to reply. She was safe and drop dead gorgeous of course. He might have even smiled if his face wasn’t so numb.
(Jay is going to ignore any messages/calls whatever that come through between now and middle of the night when he's going to wake up after passing out. In case anyone wants to get ahold of him.)
Fancy place like this upgraded the standard minibar fridge situation with something far grander. They had actual bottles. He channeled himself an amber-filled one from the top shelf and quickly sank refuge upon a sofa. Shows were pulled up soon enough, though it had been years since he was familiar with the current offerings. He stopped on a network showing something about boats and tipped the rim to his lips greedily.
The sky was dark by the time he remembered hotels delivered food. He somehow managed to navigate the ordering system, and when the delivery knocked on the door, he waded through a sea of glass to find out he’d only ordered escargot, flan, and something that he was certain was still alive. At least he got the tequila right, he glared and snatched the bottle straight from the tray.
Eventually, he found Natalie’s messages, but the words blurred so hard on screen, Jay didn’t bother trying to reply. She was safe and drop dead gorgeous of course. He might have even smiled if his face wasn’t so numb.
(Jay is going to ignore any messages/calls whatever that come through between now and middle of the night when he's going to wake up after passing out. In case anyone wants to get ahold of him.)
Only darkness shows you the light.