Who:Patrick Melrose;ota When: Friday afternoon Where: Downtown What: Making new friends;looking for dealers Rating: trigger warning for drugs use;etc. Status:open!!
It wasn't the first time he'd come to in a strange place. Or even a strange hotel room, even when he'd paid for a different one entirely. Mostly he chalked it up to the drugs, or whatever he'd been up to the night before. This time, however, he'd simply stumbled out of the room, tossing a few wadded up bills at the feet of the maids. Both of which just stared at him angerly and muttered to each other when he'd almost rounded the corner.
It wasn't the first time staff at hotels had been angry at him.
Chuckling softly, he fiddled with his pockets, pulling out a small baggie with only a handful of pills. Grabbing a ludicrously small paper cup with water on the way out, he tossed back a few of them. Instantly feeling less dreadful but still, obviously, running on fumes.
"I don't suppose you'd know where to find a quick top off would you? Running a bit low."He muttered, stumbling into the nearest person and absently scrubbing his face. Great, his vision was already going blurry. Either the pills were kicking in or his high was wearing off faster then he'd thought it would.