Who: Charlie and Reid What: Reid stumbles on a B&E When: Tonight Where: Reid's cell Warnings: essential Charlie warnings (drug use, profanity, freak outs, the stupidity deserves a warning too)
Charlie had been hit by a strange wave of desire a night or so ago. Unfortunately since the Waitress was nowhere to be found to try and coerce into loving him again he had to resort to the company of his handy.... hand. That mental joke wasn't too thought out. Jack, his roommate, had the unfortunate luck of walking in on him and he was less cool about it than Frank. Charlie's old roommate Frank would have just came in and made himself at home anyway. They shared a bed and shit happens so they just didn't bring it up too often and let it be. Whatever, right? But Jack didn't seem so chill with things, which frankly was a little disappointing! Charlie didn't like him that much anyway... his name was Jack and the only other Jack he knew was his creepy uncle. He really hoped that guy got eaten, like quick. Maybe the zombies would be worth it or something.
Tonight was a new night. A new chance for doing absolutely nothing at all. What he really wanted to do was get his hand on some more beer to go with his cat food and glue. He needed all three to complete his nighttime drowsy trifecta. Something about huffing glue, eating cat food, and drinking beer managed to make him so sick that he could sleep without a lot of trouble. Back in Philly he did it because there were like fifty cats outside of his apartment that just wailed and cried all night long and drove him nuts.... but here he did it for a couple different reasons. One was habit and a sense of home. Since he'd only been out of Philly once or twice before he really needed a way to feel like he hadn't gone that far. The second reason was zombies and people. They all made a lot of noise and he just couldn't seem to get comfortable.
Another thing about tonight was that he was getting a head start on the process. He was low on beer and he saved the cat food for last but he was definitely huffing glue. As it happened the supply closet here in the prison had some nice heavy duty and totally toxic glues. So here he was, walking around the prison with his little paper bag rolled up and a glue bottle in his pocket. He would be doing it in his own cell but he didn't think anyone cared these days and he wanted to get a look around. I mean if anyone stopped him and got on him about huffing he would just tell them that they should be happy he wasn't a face eating corpse! That seemed entirely logical. It would stand up in court, at least.
He was wandering down the cell blocks, breathing into the bag every once in a while, when the sight of a keyboard caught his eye. "Now hold on a second..." he mumbled to himself with a grin. Keyboards. They were awesome and they made a lot more sense than the prison and all the people in it. Charlie was never very good at interacting or communicating with people. Other than his bursts of crazy scheming intelligence he just felt like no one understood him...and likewise he didn't really understand them.
No one seemed to be in the cell and he looked around before deciding to slip in and take a closer looksie himself. Under normal circumstances he might pay more attention to a person's personal space but he felt good and he wanted to make some sweet ass tunes!
Confirming that no one was there once he stepped in he tentatively poked at the keyboard. No one jumped out and told him to stop... so he set the paper bag down above the keys and started to tap out a tune. If you asked him he would say that he didn't know how to play keyboard. He just did it and he had no idea how or why. Music just liked to get out of him or something. Who knew.
The tune he was playing was sporadic but pleasant to the ears and he was kind of humming and then singing made up lyrics under his breath. Random sentences about zombies eating faces and the Waitress being out there. How he was gonna save her ass and then she'd love him. It was really hard to stalk her and violate her restraining orders against him when he had no idea where she'd escaped to. Damn.