Who: Nick Gant & OPEN John Murphy What: He's bored When: Sunday Where: The man cave/lounge Warning: TBD Status: Open/ongoing
For someone who was used to staying on the run since a kid this place was fucking boring. Nick wandered around the hotel to see what was here. He had found the game room. Found the kitchen. The skate rink. The bar. Finally, the lounge. There were cigars, liquor and beer. All of that suited Nick. Whisky and a good Columbian, he sat down in one of the very nice leather chairs, and reflected on his time here.
He'd been getting some weird looks and double takes. The first few times had been understandable. New face in the hotel. Ok. But it just kept happening, and he had no idea why. Sure, he could ask someone, but that wasn't Nick's style. He hated people, frankly. Cassie was as close to family he had and she'd earned her way into his tolerance. Everyone else? They could fuck right off. But the looks were bothering him, and he pondered the reasons for them as he toked on the cigar then sipped his whisky...all of which was managed via his Moving.