Room 313, Monday evening
After spending the night out and about reading, Peter decided to come back to his room to relax. When he opened the door, several dixie cups were crushed and overflowed.
And then he saw the beds. "Charlene," he muttered.
Using the wall to get over by the window, he began picking the cups up and spilling them out to the ground below. "Oh, he'll pay for this one."
[OOC: Open, but not for too much traffic, please. Headaches suck.]
And then he saw the beds. "Charlene," he muttered.
Using the wall to get over by the window, he began picking the cups up and spilling them out to the ground below. "Oh, he'll pay for this one."
[OOC: Open, but not for too much traffic, please. Headaches suck.]