Who: Joanie and Luther What: Drinking. (Meaning, an attempt at emo-ness but probably going to end in crack.) Where: Lobby then to the bar then...who knows? When: Friday evening Warnings: Swearing, emo, crying, brain-breaking, drinking, and ...I'll add anything else as it comes up.
After getting off the phone with Joanie, Luther went and changed his clothes. After getting back in that morning he hadn't bothered changing. The t-shirt and jeans had been worn for 48 hours or so, not including the time when his clothes changed because of Javert. Even if he was ready to drink himself into a stupor, he figured it was only polite if he changed into something that didn't smell.
It was really more of a way to kill time before heading to the lobby. He left his cane, not wanting to deal with that reminder on top of everything else, and went down the stairs. He paused for a moment on the third floor, before moving to the mailboxes in the lobby. Nina - Eponine - would be taken care of eventually. When he didn't feel like his mind would explode from confusion.
Luther opened his mailbox, not expecting anything. His mind was too absorbed in all of the fucking insanity had happened in the last week alone. Micah's idiocy, the Robin Hood's dilemma, Javert being untrustworthy, shooting at Joanie, the lack of sleep. And not to mention Katya and the fact he still didn't know what to do about her...At that thought he realize there was a note for him in the mailboxes and he frowned taking it. Even if it hadn't been signed, the speech was enough for him to realize who it was from. Luther shut his eyes, an arm moving to the mailboxes to lean against it. His head connected with his forearm as he gritted his teeth. There couldn't be any reason for her to leave other than it had been him - him and the awkwardness he caused.
"Fuck." He forced himself away from the mailboxes and out into the lobby, the note crumpling in his palm. He needed that drink and he needed it now.