Who: Ben and OPEN! What: Early morning difficulties, courtesy of a hard night out. Where: First floor lobby. When: Just after 7am, Monday 25th. Warnings: TBC, distinct possibility of foul language. Notes: TBC.
It was inevitable he'd find himself here, and in fairly short order. So maybe he should've stopped drinking once 4am rolled around and perhaps that last pill had been something of a reckless choice - so what? It was much too late for him to start being concerned about that now. In fact, Ben was having a hard time being concerned about anything, including the fact he was on his 48th attempt to put his key in the door and that, oddly enough, the keyhole seemed to be getting further away. Possibly something to do with the fact he was slumping down towards the floor, giggling.
He didn't turn when he heard movement, still fiercely concentrating on the task at hand no matter how impossible it seemed, swearing under his breath now.