Re: Hallway / Open to Richard
Richard exploded from the rickety doors of the elevator with something less than his usual charm and grace. The thought of climbing to the top of the Pax while dressed in his best 'casual rich-guy' suit had been enough to get him into the elevator, but he still didn't trust the thing. As soon as it opened he was out, clutching his six pack of beer and trying to regain his composure, smoothing down his suit coat glancing around the hall.
It had been a long month, doubly so because most of it had been so boring. A few days of unemployment weren't a problem, but after a week or two he had really started to go stir crazy. The job at the radio station was looking good, but the long breaks in the interview process were enough to drive him slowly mad. The obvious answer to his problems was, as it always had been, to get drunk with strangers.
Now, scanning he hallway, he realized that his arrival had been witnessed by one such stranger. Richard shot the boy a wry grin and nodded back towards the elevator. "Well, it put up a good fight, but I think I beat the sucker. Wouldn't suggest trying it yourself, though. That elevator's a tricky one."