🎵 𝄞 🎸 𝄫 🎷🎶 🎻 (jukejoint) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-04-15 21:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !hotel, *log, louis donovan, sam alexander |
Hotel lobby; Sam/Lou
[Sam was actually glad to get out of the DC door for a little while, yeah? It wasn't the drugs or whatever, and it wasn't the oversized thugs that had been wandering the city for days, and it wasn't the other shit the men that walked in and out of the house said and did while she listened in doorways. No one held their tongue around her, and she had a pretty good idea what the extent of the Donovan family business was at this point. But that wasn't it. Just like it wasn't the few days she'd spent hiding from Neil because she'd gotten messed up. Yeah, no, it was the uncertainty of all of it. She felt like she was just sitting around, waiting for shit to change, and instability was something she had a serious problem with lately.
So, going out to try to find the door that was holding Shane, Joey and Tess hostage, that was kind of a good thing. It was something to focus on, something unchanging, something that could either be good or nothing. She could deal with that. And she hadn't seen Lou since this had all started, since she'd been kind of hiding from everyone in the huge mansion or whatever. So, seeing Lou was nice too. Or the anticipation of it was.
She waited in the hotel lobby, designer overalls in slate and a t-shirt underneath. Her hair was a smooth, perfect braid, and any track marks were hidden beneath an undershirt of grey. She rocked back and forth on her Docs impatiently, and a brown clove trembled between her fingers, the smoke sickeningly sweet around her.]