The Arms Hotel, Saturday
Nikolai's week had been a long one. Hannibal had been so kind as to fit his shoulder back into place, hook him up with a sling for his arm, and to patch up his head. Still, it had only been a few days since he'd been bricked from behind while on patrol, and painkillers were still very much factoring into his productivity today.
And also into his willingness to really put any sort of effort into anything. At all. Ever. That included arguing with Gunther, who was apparently taking Nick's complacency as a cue to be followed for the day.
Welcome To The Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Potato Chips
... Yeah. Yeah, Nick was going to just let it slide and work on not falling asleep behind the desk. Whatever, Gunther. Whatever.
[OOC: Waiting for the storm with a bag of potato chips and a 'bring it' glower out the window. This post was inspired. Open with 'likely impending power outages' warning in effect.]
And also into his willingness to really put any sort of effort into anything. At all. Ever. That included arguing with Gunther, who was apparently taking Nick's complacency as a cue to be followed for the day.
Welcome To The Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Potato Chips
... Yeah. Yeah, Nick was going to just let it slide and work on not falling asleep behind the desk. Whatever, Gunther. Whatever.
[OOC: Waiting for the storm with a bag of potato chips and a 'bring it' glower out the window. This post was inspired. Open with 'likely impending power outages' warning in effect.]