All things considered, it was one of Luther's more idiotic plans. He'd pulled all-nighters before - multiple times - but never with the knowledge that there was no chance of sleep in the next 72 hours (between setting things up and Javert). The fact that more people's lives were on the line didn't help matters - for once he was antsy. He blamed Micah and the fucking wedding - even P5 for being goddamned Robin Hood. It boiled up to him being irritable, even after heading out for supplies and a long walk.
When Joanie showed up at his door, he'd been back for about ten minutes. He'd grabbed a duffle bag, loading it up with several bags - one with (fresh) supplies of coke cans and bottles, another with caffeine pills, and his coffee machine had been unplugged and placed in the bag. A couple bags of coffee and disposal mugs were tossed in as well, next a trash bag full of recylables. Ignoring the grimace on his face and the t-shirt and jeans he was wearing, he looked prepared.
He didn't invite her inside, merely motioning to the stairs. He had his cane, just in case, but made use of the railing. "I dropped a note about 109 and told the forums to show at 3 on Thursday." He gave her a once-over, adding. "Last thing we're making are a mattresses."