Room 210, Sunday Evening
Ezra had slumped face first onto his bed.
He'd been in Boston for most of the weekend. Working the bar at Purgatory, then a night of several Halloween parties and the inevitable encounters with fun, pretty people. No wonder he was exhausted. And thus having faceplanted right into bed in last night's clothes as soon as he'd gotten his bags in through the door.
Was he even awake? Debatable.
[ooc: Door cracked, post open! I am traveling home and on tiny phone internets so some SP applies.]
He'd been in Boston for most of the weekend. Working the bar at Purgatory, then a night of several Halloween parties and the inevitable encounters with fun, pretty people. No wonder he was exhausted. And thus having faceplanted right into bed in last night's clothes as soon as he'd gotten his bags in through the door.
Was he even awake? Debatable.
[ooc: Door cracked, post open! I am traveling home and on tiny phone internets so some SP applies.]