thomas barnes. (selfishguy) wrote in ofourowndevice, @ 2013-04-25 14:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | 07-02-13, rosalie, thomas |
Who: Thomas and Rosalie.
Where: Second Floor.
When: Very early morning.
Thomas was no stranger to the small hours of the morning. He was much more of a night owl than a morning person and since coming to the hotel he'd become even more of a night owl, with no job to get up for in the morning he could stay up as late as he wanted without worrying about if he'd get up in time for work the next morning. He had quickly adapted to a way of life that suited him here. Rolling out of bed mid morning or early afternoon, eating and then finding something to do which kept his interest. More often than not that something was drinking in one of the bars and seeing if he couldn't find some unsuspecting woman who he could charm the pants off. Something he’d realised early on is that it was harder to get that ever important adrenaline rush when there weren't many things to do around the hotel so he had to get creative and sometimes that was too much like hard work.
Tonight he'd just decided to stick to drinking alone in the bar, not exactly exciting but it was all he could be bothered to do after the heat of the day had sapped his energy. He'd lost track of time a while ago and wasn't even aware that it had ticked past midnight. As was often the case Thomas wasn't the only one drinking the night away, the bar was full of all sorts of people in varying states of drunkenness. He wasn't really paying attention to any of the other patrons of the bar and it was only when one crashed into him spilling the entire contents of their glass on him that he realised he had ended up surrounded by other people. Thomas felt his temper begin to flare and knew that he needed to remove himself from the situation before he broke this guy's nose, sure it would make him feel better but he didn't want to get blood on his shirt and he didn't really have the energy for a fight right then. Without a word he downed the last of his drink and pushed off from the bar, shoving the guy in the process, maybe a childish move but one that made him feel better.
Many people would have called it a night after something like that but not Thomas, he wasn't going to go to bed until he was good and ready. He made his way back to his room and changed into a clean dry shirt. He would head back down to the bar and find a corner that wasn't so filled with idiots and carry on drinking. He was pulling his door closed when a sound from down the hall caught his attention. He looked towards the source and saw a young woman leaving her room. He wasn't sure if she'd noticed him standing there yet as he'd already been stood in front of his door when she'd stepped out of her room. With a smile firmly in place he waited until she'd started to walk away from her room before he did anything. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's not ready to call it a night yet," he said as she got closer. "I don’t think we've met yet have we? I'm sure I'd remember such a pretty face."