Who: The Gangster --> What: Reveal and such things Where: Passages to 'home' When: Masquerade morning Warnings/Rating: Swearing?
There'd been mayhem and a bit of good food, but when the evening was said and done he felt like he'd done more then just have a free for all. He stepped out of the Opera finding himself in front of the hotel, disoriented and wondering how the hell he'd gotten there in the first place - or even why he'd gone. From the back of his mind, he could hear a smug voice and he grimaced.
The car he'd rented was driven back to his hotel and he went back, a bit more angrily then needed. Even if he hadn't humored his other half, he'd still gone over there and been jerked around. Over the course of the evening he'd rarely cared and he should've. What the fuck.
He pulled out his journal, reading over the message before tossing it against the wall. He let himself fall onto the bed, massaging his temples. It was a shame the bars would be closed by now. Alexander Black could really use a drink; especially to deal with the ever-present feeling of laughter in the back of his mind.