MHA #5 to MHA #7, Early Thursday Morning
Okay, last night had been good. In that not-so-dirty kinda way. Pepper was a total dork and yet scarily efficient, which was two great tastes that ran together. Or something.
What would've also been great tastes to go together woulda been bacon and eggs, though. When Ray pulled open his fridge, there was neither. In fact, there was a whole lot of nothing period. Phones didn't work. Fridge did not work.
And a short trip downstairs taught him that Door Did Not Work. Too much stupid snow outside. He was hungry, and he didn't wanna wait for the landlord to do his damn job (or at least, as he noticed the guy outside later, a faster one, dammit), so he trudged back up, trying to think.
It would probably be kinda lame to show up at Pepper's for food, but maybe she had, um, leftovers. He went back and forth on that plan a couple of times, but his feet were apparently in league with his stomach or something, and so he found himself outside #7 anyway, knocking.
[ for the girl who lives there, yeah ]
What would've also been great tastes to go together woulda been bacon and eggs, though. When Ray pulled open his fridge, there was neither. In fact, there was a whole lot of nothing period. Phones didn't work. Fridge did not work.
And a short trip downstairs taught him that Door Did Not Work. Too much stupid snow outside. He was hungry, and he didn't wanna wait for the landlord to do his damn job (or at least, as he noticed the guy outside later, a faster one, dammit), so he trudged back up, trying to think.
It would probably be kinda lame to show up at Pepper's for food, but maybe she had, um, leftovers. He went back and forth on that plan a couple of times, but his feet were apparently in league with his stomach or something, and so he found himself outside #7 anyway, knocking.
[ for the girl who lives there, yeah ]