Alex loves to eat (nanwu) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-03-16 12:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: alex jiang, character: ambriel triádhos, character: davian rivera, character: james weatherby, character: paxton rivera, location: beyond the academy and camden |
Thread: A Really Bad Trip
WHO: Alex Jiang, Davian Rivera, and eventually Ambriel Triadhos
WHEN: March 16, right after this
WHERE: Manhattan Hotel Room, eventually the hospital
NPCs: Doctors, nurses, etc.
WARNING: Drug use, potential trigger material, etc. You've been warned.
The Uber dropped Alex off at the hotel and he went right in, going into the next available elevator and riding it up to the floor. The closer he got to the hotel room that he rented for himself and his two friends, the more hurried his steps became. And then when he got to the door to the suite. The room itself was a massive suite that had two bedrooms that opened into a larger shared space that had a television and all the perks. The rule was that if Ambriel and Davian wanted to get laid, they had to keep it in their room and with the door shut. Alex slept with noise-canceling headphones just in case. He needed his beauty sleep. Right now sleep didn't really seem possible for him, even if he wanted it.. He opened the door with the key and walked in, going straight for his own room where the king-sized bed sat made. He undid the top button of his shirt and then removed the jacket. He hung the jacket up and paced a few times before kicking off his shoes. He stopped and looked to see the door to where Davian and Ambriel were staying was shut. He crossed across the lounge and pressed his ear against their door. He didn't want to interrupt them mid-whatever. And if they weren't or just finished, chances are they'd want to cuddle after and Jesus, that would mean Alex had to wait more. It was a bit selfish of Alex to think that way, but tonight had turned into a mess. But it wasn't a mess. Fuck. He had no idea what was going on. All he did know was that he wanted to get high right this second. Pot had a habit of making Alex's problems seem much smaller than they were. He heard nothing but the television playing, which could mean any number of things, but Alex took a risk. He smacked his hand on the door a few times, hoping that one of them were in there. He might just take Davian's pot if he wasn't around and pay him back for it later. "Yo, Davi," Alex said loudly through the door, "You there, bruh?" |