WHO: Andy Gallagher & Locke Lamora WHAT: Meeting the roommate WHEN: Early afternoon, March 27th WHERE: Shared bathroom for Building A, rooms 104A&B RATING: probably PG-13 or R; Andy's got a potty mouth STATUS: In progress.
Groaning slightly, Andy stretched his arms over his head and opened his eyes. He didn't remember the crappy mattress in the back of his van being this comfortable, but maybe he was still coming down from the weed the previous night. No. No, Andy remembered with a frown, that wasn't it. he'd passed out with his head on the table in that decrepit cabin in the middle of goddamn nowhere.
Andy sat up slowly and blinked slowly, squinting against the sunshine streaming in through the windows. "The fuck..." he breathed, rolling his neck an turning in place to crack his back. "Ah shit, not again..." he thought aloud as he climbed out of bed and made his way out of the room and into what looked like a living room or common room. Andy knit his brow and looked around, scratching his stomach through his shirt idly as he went and found himself in a bathroom a few moments later. Worked for him; he had to piss anyway.
"Sam?" he called out, just for good measure. "Hey man, what the fuck?"
After emptying out his bladder - which felt fucking good, he could honestly say - and splashing some cold water on his face, Andy felt a hell of a lot more 'with' it than he had upon waking up. "Sam," he called out again as he leaned close to the mirror, hands on the sink, and looked himself over. "Oh, shit, Gallagher, you've seen better days," he said to himself. Then, he projected his voice again. "Dude, quit fuckin' around, where you at?"