Merry Christmas to all...
And to all a good fight. Yep Trevor thought to himself. Been that kinda week.
Spending Christmas alone and miserable isn't something he's experienced until now, and so there's a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand, and a pair of glasses in the other as he makes his way to the guest suites. If history is any indicator, they probably won't need the glasses, but it looks better when he walks the halls of the Brownstone.
Trevor knocks on the door to Corrine's JSA suite, taking a moment to note the punk/metal sound and sarcastic lyrics of Offspring. He raises a brow. Trevor would expect LeAnn Rhimes, Christian rock or maybe even classical, but not anything this grungy and foul.
Shifting his weight to the leg that wasn't in agony from the last fight, Trevor knocked a second time.
Spending Christmas alone and miserable isn't something he's experienced until now, and so there's a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand, and a pair of glasses in the other as he makes his way to the guest suites. If history is any indicator, they probably won't need the glasses, but it looks better when he walks the halls of the Brownstone.
Trevor knocks on the door to Corrine's JSA suite, taking a moment to note the punk/metal sound and sarcastic lyrics of Offspring. He raises a brow. Trevor would expect LeAnn Rhimes, Christian rock or maybe even classical, but not anything this grungy and foul.
Shifting his weight to the leg that wasn't in agony from the last fight, Trevor knocked a second time.