( it's not like he'd woken up here out of the blue--well, that's something of a lie, really, given that he's sure the resort knows precisely what it's doing. fall asleep in one place, wake up in another: it's the same recipe for disaster he's seen happen countless times in his year stuck in this hellhole, which means that he's not all that surprised to be staring up at the glittery roof of some glitzy limousine, when he comes to. the lack of clothing isn't surprising, either: one hand palms between his thighs to tuck the silken edges of the robe between them, as he sits up.
the woman in the car with him is clearly less interested in him than anything else, which is fine with him--he watches her go for the small compartment that holds the mini bar, brows lifting, though he says nothing, at first. instead, he's reaching into cupholders, feeling along the seats; what he pulls back is a half crumpled package of cigarettes, but that's still good enough for him.
dragging one out, he sits up enough to slide his back to the back of the seat, the whole length of the car the distance kept between them. )
You wanna take it easy? ( the wine, he means, a lazy drawl of amusement; his thumb rubs over the end of the cigarette, lighting it up, and the end glows as he sucks a breath through it, lets it out. ) You're not in purgatory, calm down.
( though, he does feel for the door handle nearest to him: it's locked, even as he messed with it, twisting it this way and that. perfect. )
arrival
the woman in the car with him is clearly less interested in him than anything else, which is fine with him--he watches her go for the small compartment that holds the mini bar, brows lifting, though he says nothing, at first. instead, he's reaching into cupholders, feeling along the seats; what he pulls back is a half crumpled package of cigarettes, but that's still good enough for him.
dragging one out, he sits up enough to slide his back to the back of the seat, the whole length of the car the distance kept between them. )
You wanna take it easy? ( the wine, he means, a lazy drawl of amusement; his thumb rubs over the end of the cigarette, lighting it up, and the end glows as he sucks a breath through it, lets it out. ) You're not in purgatory, calm down.
( though, he does feel for the door handle nearest to him: it's locked, even as he messed with it, twisting it this way and that. perfect. )