And there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds... [Locked]
Sark still remembers a time when jumping to someone's aide with a alcohol was not something he did unless it was some sort of ritual meant to promote a sense of security when security was the last thing someone should feel in his presence. So he's been declawed a bit (more than a bit)- it's not like he'd do this for just anyone.
He's not sure why he keeps bothering to think like that after all this time. He is so not the person he used to be and maybe that just terrifies the hell out of him, but he's covered this a hundred times over. Maybe he's just thinking to keep from wondering what's gotten Suzie so shaken up, because he knows there's only a certain number of things that could be the likely cause, knowing Suzie. And those things are things are things that would shake him up too, honestly.
But he's here in front of Suzie's room, having just knocked, fiddling with the foil around a bottle of champagne. He has a feeling the bubbly is not going to be enough alcohol, but it's the best he could grab at short notice. It'll do for the moment, hopefully.
He's not sure why he keeps bothering to think like that after all this time. He is so not the person he used to be and maybe that just terrifies the hell out of him, but he's covered this a hundred times over. Maybe he's just thinking to keep from wondering what's gotten Suzie so shaken up, because he knows there's only a certain number of things that could be the likely cause, knowing Suzie. And those things are things are things that would shake him up too, honestly.
But he's here in front of Suzie's room, having just knocked, fiddling with the foil around a bottle of champagne. He has a feeling the bubbly is not going to be enough alcohol, but it's the best he could grab at short notice. It'll do for the moment, hopefully.