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Mitchell Van Gerwen
Porter Residence
Porter Residence
Mitch lets out a low groan as the light filters through a crack in the curtains, seeming to bore a hole straight through his right eye. He slowly opens his eyes blinking several times the room coming into focus around him. Given the fact that he had taken full advantage of the free bar, admittedly not to the point of incapacitation but definitely to the point where driving was best avoided, he had decided not to risk the drive back to Manhattan. He’d managed to find himself a spare room, I mean this place was a palace, Porter could probably have managed to accommodate half the guests if he’d chosen to, perks of living outside the city limits he supposed, acres of room.
He eased himself out of the armchair that he had bunkered down in for the night, it was comfy enough, and he himself wasn’t comfortable enough to sleep in the bed, thoughts of Mr or Mrs Porter coming in and finding a legal advisor passed out in the bed, being found in the armchair seemed a bit less socially awkward. He shook his head and chuckled as he made his way towards the door, glancing at his watch as it caught the daylight. Best sleep he’d had in some time, his week was normally dominated by nights lasting into the early hours, and his days spent between the office, the state penitentiary or various police stations, this made a nice change.
He slowly eased the door open, glancing either way down the hall. It was pretty quiet, either people were still asleep or already gone. He crept near silently along the corridor, his socks sinking into the carpet, his shoes in one hand. Thankfully after just a couple of meters he came across an open door revealing a bathroom within. He popped in shutting the door behind him. Leaning over the sink and splashing himself with some water. He looked up at himself in the mirror, offering himself a grin, he smoothed his hair back, the water washing away any lingering grogginess. What a night, his grin slipped a little. He hadn’t seen Roxie since the Syd incident, hadn’t seen Syd either. I mean the latter was most likely still in the house somewhere. He licked at is lips, the guy hadn’t been in the best state last night. He didn’t know him well enough to know what exactly, but Roxie seemed pretty pissed off, near enough harassing the poor woman. And as for Roxie… well it appeared to be going well, until the altercation on the dance floor. She’d almost said yes to drinks till, well till Syd. He glanced back down at his watch, he should probably leave soon, overstaying welcome and all that, not to mention the fact that Rex was probably taking this opportunity to chew his way through most of the soft furnishings. Grab a coffee, get the old neurons firing again and be on your way. He throws one last handful of water over himself and towels his face off, heading downstairs hopefully in the direction of coffee.
As he came down the stairs he could smell the powerful scent of freshly brewed coffee, leading him on like a siren’s song. He rounded the corner into the kitchen, first catching sight of Roxie, a grin appearing on his face.
“Read my mind, anymore of that coffee going ar…”
He trails off as he catches sight of Syd. His grin slips for a brief moment, but he quickly slips back into the easy grin. Hey maybe sobriety would work for him, take the edge of that had appeared last night.
“Morning Syd, how you feeling?”
He asked innocently enough, making sure not to allow any hint of suspicion of judgement creep into his voice, he was probably beating himself up about it already, in the same situation Mitch knew he would be.
(Interactions: Bellz Roxie, Pyroclast Syd)