elektra natchios (skyblack) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-08-24 07:33:00 |
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As she had promised she would, Elektra beelined for the bar as soon as she signed off with Matthew. She didn’t acknowledge the bald guy behind the counter as she helped herself to a bottle of scotch -- the good stuff, for Matthew’s sake. If she’d had more time, she might have ‘accidentally’ broken a glass or three, but she didn’t want to linger. Leaving Matthew alone on the roof was probably fine, even if he was a bit mopey at the moment, but best not to risk it. She took the stairs, because the elevator clanged and rattled as if in protest whenever she used it, and she slipped onto the roof through a window, scaling the facade of the building for the last few feet. Was there an easier way out? Possibly. Elektra had zeroed in on this one during her explorations in the early days of her stay at the hotel and she was faithful to a tested and true method. Besides, it was a great way to feel the wind in her hair, the slick brick beneath her fingers. The yawning void beckoning her to just let go. She made it to the roof within the ten minutes she’d allotted herself and would’ve perched on a stone ledge, the bottle beside her, if Matt hadn’t already beaten her to the punch. |