The hotel losing power was more of an inconvenience than a problem. A lot of the luxuries he had gotten used to having weren’t available for the time being but he wouldn’t necessarily consider the situation a dire emergency. He did make sure that everyone in his little circle was alright and wasn’t in any immediate trouble. Though the storm had let up a bit, it was still raining a good deal outside.
With the lights out and everyone huddling inside for warmth, the storm did provide an opportunity for an impromptu romantic evening for him and his favorite ginger. Sandwiches by candlelight. After being properly and expertly seduced by Armitage’s sandwich making skills, they headed back to his room to relax and wait out the storm.
Being pulled against his will wasn’t a new thing for Ben but it was rare these days. His first assumption, given the possible direction they’d been headed, was that Tage had been the one to tug them into the closet. Once he found his footing, he stood there in the dark and waited for hands to look for him. Except, he wasn’t being felt up even a little. Ben let out a huff of disappointment.
“I think you’re touching the wrong door here,” and handle but Ben would save the dirty comments for later. There wasn’t much space inside the closet. Ben tried to move his legs and bumped into Armitage’s shoulder with his chest. He couldn’t see much either but he could hear the rattling of the door. “Out? You just pulled us in here.”