A drug addict is in the bar, currently going through withdrawal.

It might explain the things that he's been muttering.

"....goddamned worthless girl......brought me here.....her fault.....make her pay......"

He's really not in the shape to be much of a threat. To anyone.

Will's been keeping pretty much to himself. The weed didn't last long--it never did with him--but he hasn't seen the dealer to get more.

He's seen Sara around a couple of times, managing to stay out of her sight.

She looks like her mother.
Her mother betrayed you.
She never betrayed me.
She never listened.His hand twitches, reaching into an ( Read more... )

There's a dealer in the lobby, lounging in a chair with his feet propped on a coffee table, head leaning back against the chair back and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He looks rather graceful when he lounges, at ease, and it's in direct contrast to the way he appears most of the time, all tense and almost jumpy ( Read more... )

He'd left one location, genuinely expecting to wind up in hell.

Needless to say, Will Sidle didn't expect to wind up at an Inn.

"First that bar place, now here? What's next?" he mutters out loud, looking around warily.