Who: Luther and Parker What: Elevator shenanigans. Where: The Elevator of Doom. When: Sunday after Fail!Moon Warnings: Swearing.
Between the remnants of his hangover and the crawling around he’d done the day before, Luther’s leg wasn’t cooperating. He’d found a pair of sunglasses thankfully which helped with the dizziness and had managed to find the ibuprofen and a sports bottle. The idea of going for groceries was still unappealing. Grabbing his cane from by his bed, he set out down the fourth floor hallway.
One look down the stairs was enough for his grimace to deepen. God damnit, he should have picked up supplies after getting back from Florida. He punched the button for the elevator and leaned against the wall, waiting for it to arrive.