Who: Michael Guerin and Klaus Hargreeves What: Having a drink, maybe more Where: Starting in the lobby, going to a bar When: Right after this Warnings: Given that it's Michael and Klaus, I'm gonna say profanity for sure, alcohol use, potential drug use, and maybe some adult activities depending on how things go Status: closed/in progress
Everything in Michael's life was spiraling out of control. Getting kidnapped to some weird alternate dimension was inconvenient, to say the least. He was still dealing with the knowledge that the government had spent decades experimenting on other aliens who survived the crash that brought him, Max, and Isobel to Earth. Finding and losing his mother in a matter of minutes was a devastating blow that he wasn't sure how to recover from and he wasn't even sure when he'd get the chance to start processing it with the whole Noah thing and Max being a dumbass who killed himself to resurrect his girlfriend's sister.
He really needed to get back to Roswell. And that seemed unlikely to happen anytime soon, so why not drink? It would give him a chance to learn more about this place and the people here. Were these people crazy? Was this all some sort of mass delusion? He had no idea what was going on, but he was going to be cautious until he figured it out.
Klaus was easy to spot when he got to the lobby. Not too many guys standing around in leather pants. Michael noted that the man was attractive, kind of reminded him of Alex's aesthetic back in high school, and managed a slight smile when he approached. "Hey, man, I'm Michael," he said, holding out his hand to shake.