Just Your Friendly Neighborhood Drunk (Mike)
Oct 21, 2014 18:31:41 GMT -5
Post by Stefan Spencer on Oct 21, 2014 18:31:41 GMT -5
Stefan wasn't sure of the exact time. He'd lost track somewhere around one or two. He'd also lost track of his cane but somehow come across one he'd lost earlier in the week, so apparently fate was on his side. He was actually considering making his way home when he suddenly got the craving for something sweet. But since everything was closed at this time of night...morning...whatever...he wasn't sure what he was going to do. The it hit him. Mike. Mike had those wonderful tequila pops. And he's probably have even more tasty treats in somewhere in his cabinets. After all, he had kids. Kids liked sweets, right?
Though Stefan tried calling his friend a few times as he made his way to Mike's house, but either he was dialing wrong or the other man was ignoring him. Stefan wasn't worried. He figured his night was going so well that even if Mike didn't answer he would find a way somehow inside the man's house. Mike seemed like the type to keep a spare key hidden outside.
But when Stefan got there, he couldn't find a key or even a slightly open window. Still he was not deterred. He was sure if his friend knew he was standing outside that Mike would want him to be able get in. So, logically, it would be perfectly okay to break one of the back windows. Right?
He managed the task without majorly injuring himself, which was quite impressive seeing as he was finding it harder and harder just to stay upright. Once he found his way inside he made a bit of a racket on the way to the kitchen, tripping over and running into things in the dark. So he wasn't all that surprised to hear someone coming up behind him as he started looking through the drawers for the lollipops.
"I couldn't find your key," Stefan explain/slurred. "So I had to break a window." He said this as if it was an everyday and clearly excusable occurrence. Still he was too busy in his search to turn around and see Mike's expression, assuming it was Mike and not one of the man's foster kids.
Though Stefan tried calling his friend a few times as he made his way to Mike's house, but either he was dialing wrong or the other man was ignoring him. Stefan wasn't worried. He figured his night was going so well that even if Mike didn't answer he would find a way somehow inside the man's house. Mike seemed like the type to keep a spare key hidden outside.
But when Stefan got there, he couldn't find a key or even a slightly open window. Still he was not deterred. He was sure if his friend knew he was standing outside that Mike would want him to be able get in. So, logically, it would be perfectly okay to break one of the back windows. Right?
He managed the task without majorly injuring himself, which was quite impressive seeing as he was finding it harder and harder just to stay upright. Once he found his way inside he made a bit of a racket on the way to the kitchen, tripping over and running into things in the dark. So he wasn't all that surprised to hear someone coming up behind him as he started looking through the drawers for the lollipops.
"I couldn't find your key," Stefan explain/slurred. "So I had to break a window." He said this as if it was an everyday and clearly excusable occurrence. Still he was too busy in his search to turn around and see Mike's expression, assuming it was Mike and not one of the man's foster kids.
