WHO: Sarah Williams, Charlie Andrews WHERE: the Hyperion; a bar WHEN: Wednesday, August 24; after this WHAT: Alcohol and the resulting drunken antics, courtesy of man troubles. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
Hiro had lost his mind. Of that, Sarah was nearly convinced. She'd alerted Charlie to the posting which the original opinion the older Hiro was drunk or possibly high, and then watched it dissolve into further madness. She hadn't realized how far until sudden tears from nearby told her it was not being received well by anyone.
Rising from her computer chair, she moved to where Charlie sat in hers. "Oh, Charlie," she said, wrapping her arms around her friend from the side. And Charlie's tears turned to anger and tears, which made one option for dealing with this stick out from the others.
"I think it's time to get out of the hotel for the night," she continued, glancing briefly to the screen. Oh how wrong. It was a good thing she needed to distract Charlie, otherwise that comment would have elicited a smack. "Out, meaning we're going to a bar."