Who: Tristan and ... What: coming home extremely late from work When: really late Tuesday or early Wednesday Where: Astor Ridge Lobby Status: Open Rating: G
To say Tristan was distracted was an understatement. Tonight had gone entirely awry at the club and he'd been involved with breaking up three fights, interviews with the cops and being threatened with charges of running a prostitution ring. He hadn't had a chance to call Rhiannon and that was entirely unforgivable.
He was contemplating how to make it up to her as he walked into the lobby of Astor Ridge, and directly into a potted plant. The entire thing toppled over, dirt splayed out on the floor and Tristan groaned. He didn't think anybody would notice, since nobody was really up yet, but he had just knocked over a pretty big plant. Somebody was bound to notice. Still grumbling he bent down to scoop the dirt into the pot, hoping to at least appease the security guy eyeballing him.