blackout;

[ By this point, he’s decided that he’s going to live in debt, he may as well stop worrying about it. He allows the motel to put it on his tab so that he has someplace to stay for the time being. He’ll worry about it later.

He’s on his way down the hall to collect a dinner full of preservatives and artificial colors from the vending machine when the power cuts, plunging the entire motel into darkness. He also just so happens to slip in that goo that nobody’s cleaned up. Thanks for that, guys… ]

Shit, shit, shit—

[ He grabs for the nearest object, which he hopes is a vending machine, but it absolutely is not. It’s a person. Maybe he pulls you down with him, or maybe you manage to keep the both of you upright. It’s pretty awkward either way. ]

So, uh…sorry we had to meet like this. You alright?