WHO: Tanner & Rob WHEN: 8:45pm WHERE: Honeymoon suite and then 4th floor hallway. WHAT: The power is out. Tanner is tipsy. Kostya is missing? WARNING: So far just language. So far.
Tanner groaned as the ceiling swam back into view, or at least what he could make out of it. Between the darkness and the vodka that he and Kostya had consumed still making its presence well known at the base of his skull, his eyes really weren't that interested in focusing in on anything. Fucking hell but why had he done that again? Oh... yeah. Dead body. Kostya. Murderer. Fuck. Godfucking dammit, how was this his life?
He just wanted to go on a nice honeymoon with his husband and enjoy a nice relaxing trip. But no. Instead there was a fucking hurricane and someone going around accusing his husband of being a murderer because there were dead people. Just because there were dead people didn't mean Kostya did it. Kostya couldn't hurt a fly. So there. With another groan, he looked over at the clock and that had him blinking in confusion. Why was it off? Why was the light off? Why was everything off for that matter? He reached out and flipped the switch, blinking again as nothing happened. Really? Really? Now the power was out? Oh just fuck him.
Well, he wasn't going to stay here in the dark alone, he thought as he pushed himself up. He was going to go find Kostya. He'd been gone too long anyway. Someone might think he murder someone again.Wiping at his face, he grabbed his phone and rolled off the bed, stumbling for the door and righting himself before heading out into the hallway.