Oh yeah. This place was a current shit hole. Mike felt a little bit like he'd walked into a temper tantrum zone and -- maybe that wasn't all that far off. And he got it, he supposed. There'd been a few times here when he'd been uncertain and angry. He'd never taken it out on a lamp though.
Not in this hotel, anyway.
Mike took the whiskey with a little nod of thanks and pointedly sat on the edge of one of the beds. "I've seen it happen more than a few times," he said, although didn't point out that sometimes people came back wholly different than what they'd been like previously. Former lovers turned into strangers at the drop of a hat. "Also this whole disappearance thing feels a little like a hotel thing rather than anyone going home? Were you around for any of those? New York? Shit. I'm Mike, by the way."