When: Room 2, Day 4, Morning
Where: Rosebud Motel Parking Lot
Status: In Progress
Rating: TBC
G-Doc:Read only
Charlie didn’t want to be anywhere near the room he shared with Dalamar while there was even the slightest scent of wine in the air. It wasn’t an addiction thing, it was a heartbreak thing. He knew it would remind him of Eva. It already was reminding him of her and all he’d done was thought about the smashed bottles on the hardwood floor of his parents’ beach house.
He’d been doing a pretty good job of not thinking about home since he’d been here. As much as he hated to admit it, being away from LA was helping. He’d always railed against being shipped off to some wilderness or another, telling everyone who would listen that residential programs didn’t work for him, but he was starting to think that he’d just never been in the right frame of mind before. Now… well, he’d had one hell of a fucking wake up call, hadn’t he? For the first time in his life, he was acutely aware of the fact that he didn’t want to die. Not yet.
That awareness hadn’t stopped him chainsmoking, however, and he was sat outside with a cigarette between his thumb and two fingers at that moment, perched on one of the upturned apple boxes which he, Richie and the other smokers at their end of the motel had been using as seats since they’d established their makeshift smoking area across the parking lot from the bedrooms early on in their stay. Charlie lifted the cigarette to his lips and took a long draw on it as he flicked through the most recent messages on the network. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself now that he’d been ousted from his room. He was hoping he’d read something there that would inspire him.