Ethan Birch (stolenlife) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-03-13 12:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 069, damon, ethan |
Who: Ethan and Damon
When: Evening
Where: The billiards room
After leaving Kai, Ethan found the aspirin in the public bathroom, and then met another housemate, a bigger guy named Owen in the hall outside. They spoke for a few minutes, but thankfully Owen didn't seem anymore eager to socialize than Ethan was, so their conversation stuck to the basics before they parted ways and Ethan was able to track down some food.
Afterward, Ethan returned to his bedroom, stripped and took a long shower. The soap was nice smelling, and Ethan was grateful to clean the grime out from under his fingernails and wash his hair. He stood under the hot spray until it started to turn cold, and only then did he turn off the water and grab a towel to dry off. His clothes were still in need of a wash, but he pulled on his jeans and t-shirt anyway, deciding to deal with it later. He hadn't used a washing machine since his last venture into a Laundromat several weeks ago. Maybe a month. But he was used to cycling through his clothes. Unfortunately, he'd only woken up with the clothes on his back, and he imagined everything he'd owned - which wasn't a lot, to be honest - was still in the back of the car he'd wrecked.
Ethan decided against venturing out into the rest of the house again, and instead opted for a nap. He was still groggy from the drugs, and he wasn't sure he was up for meeting anyone else. He slept for most of the day, waking up when it seemed to be growing dark outside. He checked the network thing again, using the audio option that Kai had set up for him. Ethan wasn't fond of the computer system, but if Kai said it was how they - whoever they were - communicated, then he supposed he needed to get used to it.
Awhile later he was downstairs, munching on an apple he found in the fridge and wandering into a room toward the back that turned out to be a fancy looking place with a bar and a pool table. The bar stuck out to him more than anything else, only because Ethan enjoyed a drink or two, but could rarely afford it. But everything here was supposedly free. Or free to an extent.
There was someone else in the room, a dark haired guy with a glass in his hand, and while Ethan felt the urge to turn and return to his room, he really wanted a beer. So he took another bite of the apple, but kept his eye on the stranger as he headed for the bar. He wasn't sure what to say. Did he have to greet everyone he met? Would they greet him? Unsure as to what to do, Ethan swallowed the bite of apple and ducked around the bar. "They got beer in here?" he asked, because it felt silly not to say anything, and 'hello' seemed too awkward and stilted.