Who: Bill and Richie What: So stuck on you Where: Richie’s room When: Morning of the 5th Status: Complete Warnings: Cursing probably
There were parts of the hotel that Bill did enjoy, freedom from his world ravaged by war, from the overbearing nature of some of the women in his life. From what he understood of people that had come and gone and come back again things were almost on pause, so he didn’t need to focus on the overwhelming guilt of not being there. Besides even if things were continuing without him he was sure there would be moments of relief with him being gone, he wasn’t very good company these days.
But this was the sort of place that kept you on your toes, things appeared, like his medicinal cream from home, then people could simply vanish. Bill slept with his wand under his pillow and no further, that was for sure. He’d already seen some things there he’d be glad not to see again. But it wasn’t like home was a walk in the park either, he’d been savaged by a werewolf so the creepy hotel hadn’t quite reached those levels yet.
He’d gone to bed late after a few drinks and maybe it was because of that he’d stayed asleep even though he was no longer in his own bed. Bill didn’t wake until later and he stretched, pushing down the sheets to scratch his bare stomach. He turned his head to find himself nearly nose to nose with not his roommate. “Morning love,” Bill said quietly his voice scratchy with sleep.