Who: O'Brien, Hunter, and Archer (to the rescue!) What: Both O'Brien and Hunter have been drugged (see here and here). The lights have gone out. They are lost. And in a bad way. Lost, not feeling well, and totally confused. When: About 15-20 minutes after the electricity has gone out. And then some. Where: O'Brien has no fucking clue. But it's definitely not the right floor.. or even the correct area of the hotel. West wing, anyone? Plastic sheets, tarps, screwdrivers and paint cans to trip over, what the hell. Warning: Hunter and O'Brien sum it up real well. They have dirty mouths, they're sweaty, moody, restless, and paranoid. Please enter at your own risk. Don't say we didn't warn you.
So the lights had gone out.
Fantastic.
O'Brien tended to remember things getting eerily quiet when electricity went out-- It seemed like everyone was talking as loud as they could-- some people screaming, and others just sounding like they were panicking. Everyone was almost too loud... Loud enough that it kind of hurt his fucking ears. What the actual fuck.
Reaching up to rub at his left ear, he reached across the table to drop his right hand down over Hunter's. Yeah, he knew where it had been. She probably didn't have time to move it much... THe lights had literally only been out a second or two.
He knew where her hand was because.. well.. you know. because.
He didn't want her to panic or anything. Sure, there was a hurricane, and yeah, the storm was picking up, but they'd be fine. She didn't need to freak out and talk so loudly like everyone else seemed to be doing around them.
They'd long since finished their dinner, and had only been enjoying a couple of drinks-- more than O'Brien cared to admit--when the lights went out. Everything would be fine.
But just when they had decided to call it a day, since O'Brien had an early morning, and Hunter probably needed her beauty sleep too, the night took, yet, another unexpected turn.
As soon as Hunter stood up from the table, she'd nearly collapsed in the floor, and announced that she wasn't feeling well. Well, that was just his luck... Have a nice dinner with a pretty girl, and she gets sick. Fantastic.
O'Brien figured he needed to find Archer now that the entire hotel was without electricity, but he also felt like it was his duty to help Hunter back to her room... so off they went. It wasn't until O'Brien had gotten them up a couple flights of stairs, and on to what he thought was the second floor... that was where Hunter's room was, right? It wasn't until then that he started to feel a little confused about where they were.. and where they were going.
"Hey.. Hunt? you said your room was near an ice machine, right?" on the second floor? She would have said something if they started up the stairs, and she wasn't on the second floor... right?
His brows furrowed, and he turned a bit to glance back behind them, moving to try and shine his flashlight on his phone down the hall. It was too dark. The flashlight didn't really do a damn thing.
"Wait.. where the fuck are we?"
And seriously. Hunter was sweating like nobody's business.. Being so close, and O'Brien assumed the fact that the air condition was out, was making him all hot and sweaty too. This was starting to not be as pleasant of an ending to his evening as he had hoped for.