[Thursday Evening]
Lee tries staring at the ceiling again. Nope. Pacing around the room. Nope. Cooking a three course dinner for himself. Definitely no. Watching television. No.
"Frak," he says, getting to his feet, grabbing his keys and heading out to get a 13th Colony-type drink.
As he leaves his room, he looks over at the door of 215. And decides to do something stupid. Yup.
"Frak," he says, getting to his feet, grabbing his keys and heading out to get a 13th Colony-type drink.
As he leaves his room, he looks over at the door of 215. And decides to do something stupid. Yup.