Piper Franklin (pied) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2009-11-02 01:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | beast |
Who: The stalker and the recluse
What: Alcohol
Where: Where Daniel always is.
When: The day after this and this and immediately after this.
Notes: Piper wants a drink.
Piper can't remember having ever been in a worse mood. He'd just finished talking to Vivian on the forums, and he'd spent a better part of the night thinking about the fact that she had looked at him like he was a rapist. And, okay, so he did commit a felony by opening Daniel's mail, but it's not like he had any bad intentions. And really, he thought Rosalie should just fall down the recently slicked stairs.
He grabbed his flute and stormed out of his room. He figured he would find a bar and some booze and maybe sleep it off in the janitor's closet at the conservatory. He made a beeline for the stairs, backtracking once he remembered they'd been slicked. The last thing he needed was a broken neck.
He got into the elevator instead, willing the damn thing to go down to the first floor. When the thing started moving up instead, he banged his head back against the wall and cursed under his breath.
He was clearly on a losing streak, so he wasn't surprised to see where he was when the elevator doors opened. But instead of pushing the button to close the door again, he got out, stormed to Daniel's door and banged on it - hard.