In-person: Daniel W/Sam A/Cris M
[The drive over ain't long. Cris was already in the car, it's late—yeah, he gets there in just a few minutes. The bar is a few hours behind him, the whiskey's hardly even lingering in his blood. He's alert, huh? He brushed his teeth before coming, and had slapped on a baseball cap, shoved backwards on black hair, along with green canvas jacket as he went out the door talking to Daniel.
He stands a second outside that music shop, before pushing the door and going on in. The bell jangles on its lonesome, and he looks 'round for the stairs. Spying them, he heads that way, hoping Daniel hears him and will come fish him outta the darkness perforated only by fairylights.—He really does trust the guy, huh? Even with the bed comment, and even though that does get to him in a primal kinda way, he knows it's just Daniel fucking with him. He ain't worried 'bout Sam or nonea that. She'd been sleepy lots recently, and who wouldn't be, growing somebody insidea them? So his mood's more or less okay as he starts up the steps toward a single door.]