Jul 28, 2007 14:11
Johnny hadn't stayed at the Hotel last night. He had come home and slept in his own bed. Actually he had crashed because it had been pretty late.
This morning, he had showered, found something to eat, and came back to his room where he was planning on staying the rest of the day and evening.
He didn't need to see anyone or to talk about anything. But he wasn't in the best of moods and actually there was an ominous quality to his expression and manner of being.
Sitting at his desk, he was staring out his open window, his cell phone in his hand. He thought he might need to call Sue later.
[post is open but beware - he's growly]
johnny,
savannah,
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