Alexander Wyatt (usedtobewy) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-05-29 23:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | nate, wyatt |
WHO: Nate and Wyatt
WHEN: [Back-dated] April 12, 2014; early evening
WHERE: One of the balconies at the hotel. Near the bar.
WHAT: The start of a friendship.
CHALLENGE: #1
Usually Wyatt stayed away from the heavily populated areas of the hotel unless he was looking for company. Except he hadn’t been looking for company like that in a while, a fact that he wasn’t looking too closely at just in case he started to get some of Jere’s introspection. Wyatt never liked living in his own head too much. He had been haunting the bar, taking up space on a bar stool until that itch in his fingers had started up. The telltale sign that he needed a nicotine hit. No matter how much wanted to light up in the bar
The balconies were a whole other story. There weren’t any rules about smoking out there, hell they even provided ash trays so that hotel guests and staff could be responsible. It was the one habit he couldn’t seem to kick; probably shouldn’t if he wanted to keep everything under control.
Wyatt had ducked out from the overcrowded bar -it was only 6PM, what the hell- and made his way through the halls until he hit one of the more secluded balconies. It wasn’t that far from the bar, but nobody ever made it that far. It didn’t have a good sightline of the water, so it got less foot traffic. That was fine with him. Meant he could smoke in peace and get back to the bar sooner.
What he hadn’t really expected was another body to be leaning against the rail when he pushed open one of the French doors to step out, already digging around in his pockets for his cigarette and lighter. He settled not too close, but not too far from the other person and cut the silence that hung with a, “Do you mind?” and shook the cigarette carton. There was space enough that he wouldn’t be blowing smoke at the guest. He didn’t need that kind of a complaint on his record, though chances were he wouldn’t be pinpointed as staff in his street clothes.
“Hotel doesn’t like it when you smoke inside,” he added as he lazily tapped the carton against the rail.