And it's been the best night of my life...
Danny hits the door at a run.
He doesn't slow down until he's a good way into the Inn, and then he skids to a halt, a tiny slip of paper in his hand.
"No," he says, a little disbelieving. "No, no, no, no, no!"
Disbelief is slowly growing to horror.
Danny turns and runs back to the door, tries to yank it open, and finds it locked.
Don't mind him as he slams his head against the door in defeat. Don't mind that he possibly just gave himself a concussion. There are more important things he has to worry about right now.
He doesn't slow down until he's a good way into the Inn, and then he skids to a halt, a tiny slip of paper in his hand.
"No," he says, a little disbelieving. "No, no, no, no, no!"
Disbelief is slowly growing to horror.
Danny turns and runs back to the door, tries to yank it open, and finds it locked.
Don't mind him as he slams his head against the door in defeat. Don't mind that he possibly just gave himself a concussion. There are more important things he has to worry about right now.