Kaz woke up groggily, hearing the sounds of someone puttering around outside. "Muh?! Gwannabuh?" he said, not at his most coherent after his looong night. He looked at the room around him. No one else was there, so either he'd brought someone back with him and they'd already left, or he'd struck out yet again. He was pretty sure it was the latter, despite his best efforts with Muse's manager. Stumbling into the bathroom and leaving the door open, he looked at himself in the mirror. The grey hairs were showing at his temples again, and he just looked old. He wasn't Keith Richards yet, but damned if those lines didn't seem to get deeper every day. He looked over at the toilet and scrunched up his nose. Ugh. Don't know why I didn't flush that. Guess I should just be glad I made the can. Not like that time at CBGB's anyways. Gingerly giving it a flush, he took a moment to wash his face. He scrubbed it pretty well, as if he could make the wrinkles go away if he used enough elbow grease.
He reached for the razor and towel, dropping his boxers on the floor in front of the sink before stepping into the shower. Still walking zombie-like, he staggered into the shower, placing the towel on the toilet seat. Yeah. Shower. That'll help. No sooner had he stepped in, however, than that most urgent call of nature rang again. His stomach rumbled a bit, and he realized it would be in his best interests to complete one more task before washing up. Knocking the towel onto the floor, he lifted the lid and took a seat.
Absentmindedly, he began looking around for something to read while he took care of business. Nothing was in there but the bottles of shampoo, and, for some reason, the Do Not Disturb sign. He thought for a moment about why it was in there, exactly. Probably shoulda put this outside before I went to bed. He threw it aside, then looked up with a thought. What the hell time was it anyways? And had he double-locked the door to his cabin?