*Dozing* OTA
*Cassidy felt much better as he sprawled across the couch in the Rec. Room. It wasn't that the weather was good (that was still horrible), it wasn't that he'd gotten laid (he wasn't that lucky).
No, it was that he was finally free of the twitchy feeling that came with the urge to blow something the hell up. The Jeep had been the first thing. Along with all the trees that copped the blow. He wasn't proud that he'd messed up though, he shouldn't have done that with Betsy so close, he should have moved her further away. But she hadn't been hurt, so he wasn't beating himself up over it.
And he couldn't deny he'd had a fucking blast! Shit would hit the fan when Stryker found out it was him, he knew this, but he couldn't make himself care.
Instead he flopped down on the creaky, crappy couch, platform clad feet hanging over the end, one arm thrown over his face, the other dangling off the couch and he begun dozing.*
No, it was that he was finally free of the twitchy feeling that came with the urge to blow something the hell up. The Jeep had been the first thing. Along with all the trees that copped the blow. He wasn't proud that he'd messed up though, he shouldn't have done that with Betsy so close, he should have moved her further away. But she hadn't been hurt, so he wasn't beating himself up over it.
And he couldn't deny he'd had a fucking blast! Shit would hit the fan when Stryker found out it was him, he knew this, but he couldn't make himself care.
Instead he flopped down on the creaky, crappy couch, platform clad feet hanging over the end, one arm thrown over his face, the other dangling off the couch and he begun dozing.*