Contemplating Who: Damon and Nate Where: the common area When: late night
Damon had accomplished at least two things by leaving his room and going over to Daphne's for the viewing party she'd planned: he'd met a few of his floormates and he'd gotten hold of some booze. He'd drank a few while he'd been over there and snagged one for the road, which he was holding in one hand now as he stood in front of one of the windows in the common area and looked out at the snow. Living in northern Illinois all his life had provided him with that sight before, but it was different here, somehow. Deep, mounded up, coating the grounds, the trees, everything he could see from this vantage point. It almost made him want to go outside so he could take it in from ground level, but of course, he couldn't.
The lit cigarette he had in his mouth twitched slightly as he thought about everything and everyone he'd seen here so far, and thin lines of smoke spiraled above his dark head as he exhaled. He wasn't sure how long he'd been standing here in this exact spot, but it had been a while. The metaphorical road stretched out ahead, full of possibility, and he had to consider the fact that what he could potentially do here was more than he'd accomplished in his life thus far. His reflection was a ghost: black hair, dark eyes, black shirt with pale skin in between, and he smiled a little around his smoke before exhaling again and turning from the window to walk over and seat himself on one end of the couch. He put the bottle down on the end table, pinched out the remains of his cigarette and put it down too, then sat back, fingers laced over his stomach, head tipped back and heavy-lidded blue eyes fixed on the ceiling.