SORRY, WRONG ROOM [closed]
Characters: Harry Lockhart, Max Guevara
Location: Harry's hotel room in NYC
Time: EVENING
Content: Max breaks into the wrong hotel room and winds up hiring a private detective.
Format: who even cares
Warnings: HARRY'S FOUL, FOUL MOUTH
Soooo maybe the last few weeks in New York hadn't been as productive as they could have been. He hadn't really found out anything of substance for either of his cases -- YET -- but Perry had decided to take the shit out of him over the phone, but it was the usual shit talking. Perry was all sarcasm and prickles. Harry was mostly used to it by now.
He'd spent all day clicking around the internet looking for shit on Tricell, but that hadn't gone well, and then he'd gotten bored and somehow wound up on a porn site and jerked off instead, aaaaand maybe he should have invested that time in doing actual work but it was already dark outside so OH WELL, what the fuck ever. Harry decided to jump in the shower and call it a night. And what a shower he had. It was very relaxing and all that bullshit.
You'd think that being thankful about not seeing dead bodies in your bathroom every time you stayed at a hotel would get old after a while, but Harry still felt a twinge of relief every time he surveyed his bathroom and found it pleasantly vacant. He wrapped a towel around his waist and shuffled out of the bathroom, wiggling one finger in his ear. Maybe he'd go down to the hotel bar or something and have a drink. This could be a very nice night.
Location: Harry's hotel room in NYC
Time: EVENING
Content: Max breaks into the wrong hotel room and winds up hiring a private detective.
Format: who even cares
Warnings: HARRY'S FOUL, FOUL MOUTH
Soooo maybe the last few weeks in New York hadn't been as productive as they could have been. He hadn't really found out anything of substance for either of his cases -- YET -- but Perry had decided to take the shit out of him over the phone, but it was the usual shit talking. Perry was all sarcasm and prickles. Harry was mostly used to it by now.
He'd spent all day clicking around the internet looking for shit on Tricell, but that hadn't gone well, and then he'd gotten bored and somehow wound up on a porn site and jerked off instead, aaaaand maybe he should have invested that time in doing actual work but it was already dark outside so OH WELL, what the fuck ever. Harry decided to jump in the shower and call it a night. And what a shower he had. It was very relaxing and all that bullshit.
You'd think that being thankful about not seeing dead bodies in your bathroom every time you stayed at a hotel would get old after a while, but Harry still felt a twinge of relief every time he surveyed his bathroom and found it pleasantly vacant. He wrapped a towel around his waist and shuffled out of the bathroom, wiggling one finger in his ear. Maybe he'd go down to the hotel bar or something and have a drink. This could be a very nice night.