Re: Tierney and Sullivan
She arched a brow at him and then just shrugged. “I think so. I only looked at the name quickly, but I didn’t see any other places like that around here. Why?”
“Because that is very, very interesting…” Sullivan said, standing up and offering her a hand. “Let’s walk and talk, toward the tournament?” He waited, smiling a little more at her. “See…My brother and I just sort of popped into that hotel a couple days ago. Seems like it’s a running theme and I’m figuring that sort of just happened to you too, right?"
Taking the offered hand, she hoisted herself up to stand. “I guess, I still really have no clue what this whole situation is all about. I kind of figured I either relapsed and was on a really weird high, or that I just finally dropped dead and this is where people go when that happens. No offense, but I’m still not totally convinced it’s not one of those two possibilities.”
“…Well, it’s a pretty fair assessment. Weird shit like this doesn’t happen in normal life,” He said, walking with her toward the tournament grounds. “But let’s backtrack to the part where you said that there’s a possible relapse part.” He was quiet for a moment as he watched her. “Should I be worried?"
She walked along with him, leading the way. She smirked at his first comment but couldn’t help but arch a brow at the second. “Why would you worry? You don’t even know me.” She couldn’t really recall anyone ever saying they worried about her, not even in her own family. Shaking off the thought, she looked to him again. “Unless I fall nose first into a pile of cocaine or some other ridiculous scenario, I think I’m good.”
“Well, traveling back in time to some Shining-esque hotel and then back in time again to this place? If there are more ridiculous notions, I don’t know of them.” Sullivan watched her again. “I can worry about someone that I’ve just met.” Though he usually didn’t, he didn’t necessarily want Tierney falling face-first into a cocaine pile. “You gonna be ok here?” It was about as gently as he could think to ask if she might feel any lingering effects from cocaine, if that was her drug of choice. He knew more than one of his friends back home at the Venture Capitalist fund he worked at that dabbled in the drug, though Sullivan usually just stuck to expensive alcohol.
She was a bit suspicious as to why he would care about a stranger, but that was his deal, not hers. Shrugging, she responded honestly to his question. “I have no idea, but relapse is the least of my worries right now. I did the whole rehab thing and figured out I had more important problems to deal with besides getting drunk or high all the time. How long did you say you and your brother have been going through this… whatever this is?”
“Not long. This is the second day we’ve been here…and the third or fourth day we’ve been away from home, I guess. We ended up in that hotel pretty randomly. I mean, I went to bed in my apartment, in my bed, and woke up in that hotel. Which is nowhere near as comfortable as my own bed is, but I’m working on getting us back. Somehow.” Glancing her way again, he smiled. “Whatcha got going on that’s more important than getting drunk or high?" Maybe it was a little forthcoming but he was curious now.