Room 310, Thursday Morning

[always_damp]

Toby was confused. He hadn't even gone drinking last night and all he could taste was sweet, sweet alcoholic beverage. Like that strawberry thing. Dak...no. Dai...no. The frozen one with the pretty umbrella and fruit on a sword. That one.

It was so weird. And yet, it tasted awesome. He so needed to find Kev. If only the whole bed thing wasn't so comfortable.

[Door and post open]