Foul Weather - OTA
It was drizzling miserably as John hurried down the street to the hotel. His collar was turned up against the rain, although he was already thoroughly damp, and he wished very much that he wasn't going home to an empty bed.
Ugh. What a miserable thought. Somehow, however, his cigarette had managed to stay lit, allowing him to take a long, angry drag off the end of it, filling his lungs with bitter smoke. Maybe he'd just drink himself to sleep. He was good at that. Always had been. The sound of his boots on the steps up to the lobby was wet, smack, smack, smack and then he was shouldering inside, shaking his head like a dog.
Damn, now he was cold and in a foul mood. Someone to commiserate with would be nice, or cheering. Either. But he doubted he would find it.
[ooc: lol. How did all my pups turn out to be total alcoholics? Catch John on the street in the rain, or inside]
Ugh. What a miserable thought. Somehow, however, his cigarette had managed to stay lit, allowing him to take a long, angry drag off the end of it, filling his lungs with bitter smoke. Maybe he'd just drink himself to sleep. He was good at that. Always had been. The sound of his boots on the steps up to the lobby was wet, smack, smack, smack and then he was shouldering inside, shaking his head like a dog.
Damn, now he was cold and in a foul mood. Someone to commiserate with would be nice, or cheering. Either. But he doubted he would find it.
[ooc: lol. How did all my pups turn out to be total alcoholics? Catch John on the street in the rain, or inside]