thisevilhand

Lindsey had spent yet another day at the library, nominally studying for the bar, but mostly trying to find some sort of sign, however small, of the Senior Partners' influence in Darrow, or barring that, something he could use to make a way out and back to his dimension. The only part he'd been successful at was the legal studies.

He'd been in Darrow going on two months, and still wasn't any closer to getting out or uncovering the Senior Partners' plans for him. He had plans, damn it, and he damn well wanted to get back to 'em.

But since it didn't look like that was going to happen tonight, what he wanted was a drink. Several would be good. He could've just gone down to whatever bar matched his mood, but no. He didn't feel much like drinking alone tonight, which was strange enough on its own. And it wasn't a night for a random hook-up. Somehow he'd wound up with something close to a friend in this place, which was why he was hauling his ass down to Ocean View in search of a drinking buddy.

He knocked on the door, barely waiting for it to open before saying, "It'd be a helluva lot easier meetin' up for drinks if you used your damn phone, Jones."