who; Salazar OTA what; getting totally blitzed where; pub when; Monday, a little before noon rating; High, depending on who he runs into
Salazar had actually woken in a good mood that morning. He had gotten a full and restful eight hours of sleep, and though he wasn't typically a morning person, today was a "get up and go" kind of day. He had had a good dream too: he had single-handedly defeated the Danes, and was crowned King of England.
However, the smile playing on his lips faded in an instant when he his serpent slithered into bed with him and said in a soft, quiet hiss: "Rowena is gone."
Salazar got out of bed with a start and began looking around the room. She was nowhere to be found, and neither were her things. Ever single good feeling was sucked out of him, and Salazar was suddenly violently angry. He broke the lamp, he broke the chair, and he broke the mini fridge. And after that, Salazar didn't know what happened...
Now, a little before noon, Salazar was at the pub. It was far too warm for it, but his hood was up, covering most of his face. He had a pint of ale in front of him--his fifth--and a cigarette in his hand. Was he allowed to smoke in the pub? He didn't know, and he didn't care. No one seemed too keen on correcting him anyway, if he wasn't allowed.
By all accounts, he seemed perfectly calm. His face (what could be seen of it) was a perfect mask of apathy. But on the inside he was screaming.