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Even if he hadn't enjoyed a bit too much of the island hospitality, and even if it wasn't the wee hours of the morning, there was no way Rollie was taking himself or his kid back home in that storm. So long after Karen had crashed in one of the beds in the children's office, Rollie snagged himself a spare blanket out of a cupboard and bunked down on the floor behind her.
It's not the most pleasant awakening the next morning. His head aches and his back aches and his stomach's none to pleased with him either, though that'll take care of itself soon enough if history's anything to go by. Karen looks like she's still sleeping, so Rollie pulls her blanket up a little higher, straightens his clothes as much as he can, and leaves the blanket on the floor. He can deal with it later.
"Jesus," he says only once he's out of the room and heading for the stairs. He rubs his head with one hand but it doesn't do much good, and a moment later he just lets his arm fall and yawns. It's too early for this, and all Rollie wants in the world is a massive cup of coffee.
Or another beer.
[ ooc: find him anywhere between the children's office and the kitchen ]
It's not the most pleasant awakening the next morning. His head aches and his back aches and his stomach's none to pleased with him either, though that'll take care of itself soon enough if history's anything to go by. Karen looks like she's still sleeping, so Rollie pulls her blanket up a little higher, straightens his clothes as much as he can, and leaves the blanket on the floor. He can deal with it later.
"Jesus," he says only once he's out of the room and heading for the stairs. He rubs his head with one hand but it doesn't do much good, and a moment later he just lets his arm fall and yawns. It's too early for this, and all Rollie wants in the world is a massive cup of coffee.
Or another beer.
[ ooc: find him anywhere between the children's office and the kitchen ]