The Arms Hotel, Rm 410, Wednesday evening

[george_m_bluth]

 George Michael was flipping through the channels on the TV, trying really just to find something that was more or less background noise. He was too nervous to concentrate on watching anything right now and he paced back and forth, biting his nail occassionally and glancing at the clock.

[ooc: expecting a certain lady friend in a tidy French Maid costume yowza! headed towards the NWS zone!]