Mike (ghost_writer) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-02-14 10:46:00 |
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It was a little early in the day for either karaoke or drinking. Which was exactly why Mike was in the Karaoke room drinking. Not because he had some sudden urge to croon out some tunes while getting crunk, but because he knew that this place would be empty where most others in the hotel would not. Sure, he could have stayed in his room, but why sit there with the reminder that it was just his room now? Nope, he was going to sit in this room with his legs up on the table, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and the lyric-less track to November Rain playing in the background. The thing was, he knew he’d be fine eventually. Mike had been through loses worse than this, ones that still hurt with a dull throb that would always linger. One more little twinge wasn’t going to do him in. But he was allowed to feel bad for a while before getting on with his life. Which would have been working out great except for the fact that he felt a little bit fidgety in a perplexingly hormonal sort of way. He was going to ignore it, but it was just sort of there, like a tiny itch on the tip of his nose when his hands were otherwise busy. |