Doc Appointment #7 [Love Hotel Event]
[Waking up to find himself in, what was clearly, a hotel room, romantic crap spread out every where... Worth had to pinch himself. Except he was wearing a stupid tuxedo and had to tug the sleeve up to do so. And it hurt. Dammit, how the hell had he ended up in here? Not that he was complaining, as he meant to come here eventually.
Either way, he's looked around, tested the door, and given up. Taking a bottle of some random alcohol he plops on one side of the bed, giving a glance back at the form of a woman still laying there. Popping the cork he drinks, hoping for a good night, since the city seemed to be hinting pretty heavily that he was suppose to enjoy his evening.]
Coulda done without the fuckin' tux.
[He mutters to himself, before taking another big swig.]
Either way, he's looked around, tested the door, and given up. Taking a bottle of some random alcohol he plops on one side of the bed, giving a glance back at the form of a woman still laying there. Popping the cork he drinks, hoping for a good night, since the city seemed to be hinting pretty heavily that he was suppose to enjoy his evening.]
Coulda done without the fuckin' tux.
[He mutters to himself, before taking another big swig.]