[OTA] hot-wired on a friday night

[st_rummer]

It was probably a sign of how monotonous things could get here, that when Coby noticed the railing on his balcony was the tiniest bit loose – something that had absolutely nothing to do with him maybe having bumped into it landing the night before – he'd tracked down a ladder and tools to fix it himself rather than wait to see if the weird, self-healing hotel room magic would take care of the problem for him. When he was done, he thought even his dad would be satisfied with his work, but best to test it out to be sure. Sitting on the top rail, leaning back against a post, with one foot hooked around the bottom rail to keep him from over-balancing and dropping his guitar, he watched the sunset as he began to sing.

He didn't notice at first that he hadn't taken the ladder back to the storage shed, but after a couple of songs, when the sky had deepened to a soft ink and the first stars were beginning to show, he paused to grab his lighter and its flicker highlighted the edge of the ladder in a way the lamplight spilling from his room hadn't. Oh well, he'd take it back tomorrow. He was comfortable where he was, thank you. A bottle of red breathing on the table in reach, not to be maudlin, but because he'd been thinking of Anael when he went down to the bar for something to bring back to his room. A relaxing smoke. The feel of the temperature starting to drop. Guitar in his hands, and playing because he could and he felt like.

Not a bad way to start the night, and one that could be improved by company, but in the meantime wasn't lacking without.