Curt Wild (glitter_god) wrote in spindlesend, @ 2009-07-23 00:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | doreen templeton, july |
WHO: Door and Curt.
WHERE: In the common room.
WHEN: After their deal.
WHAT: Door supplies Curt's habit. Nicotine habit, that is.
RATING: R for language, given Curt's mouth.
It didn't take Curt half as long as he thought it would to find the common room. There were only three floors, after all. And nobody seemed really concerned that he was wandering. After all, he had his clothes on and he wasn't causing problems. Why should they care? He was invisible for the moment.
Not literally. He wasn't that crazy.
But he was aching for some nicotine. And a line of blow. Maybe a drink, too. Out of the multitude, a cigarette was doable. He'd take what he would get. It wasn't like he got to be picky here.
When Curt got to the common room, he looked around for a few seconds, trying to figure out which chick it was that offered him the smokes. It was a chick, too. He could tell by the handwriting. But truth be told, he had no idea, so he just flopped down in a chair and waited. After all, nobody knew who the fuck he was here. (And wasn't that just fucking like fame? He was on the cover of Rolling Stone with Brian a few years ago. Now, no-one had heard of him. Fuck them all.) If this chick was smart, she'd look for the guy she didn't know. That's how he'd do it. So he just sat and waited, restlessly pushing his long, stingy blond hair out of his face again and again, in between bouts of fiddling with the hem of his green t-shirt. If she didn't come, he really was going to have to figure out who to blow. Going off of blow and nicotine at the same time was not a fucking option, thank you very much.