Thread: Unforeseen Events (Mercutio17 & darkangel76)

Heading back to his room after coffee, Jeremy saw that he had plenty of time to kill before meeting up with Starla again for dinner. Even though he had just left her company, he found himself already wishing it was time for dinner. Needing something to distract him as well as kill some time, he pulled out the stack of paper that was to become his thesis. Sitting at an old but delicately carved desk, Jeremy wound his way through nearly fifty pages of edits before he decided he ought to get ready. He opened his suitcase for the first time since arriving, and a slight panic hit him as he remembered his clothes were still going to be wrinkled. He had seen an iron in the closet, but wasn't quite desperate enough to risk sacrificing a shirt to his lack of skill with an iron. Instead, he decided to opt for the way he had tried to remove clothes all his years at college. Jeremy didn't need to take a shower, but he hung the clothes he wanted to wear in the bathroom. He had picked out a pale purple dress shirt- more casual than a blue or a white, but nice nonetheless- and a pair of dark grey dress pants. The striped purple tie that matched the shirt had luckily not been wrinkled in the trip, and so it sat on his bed. Once the clothes were hung up, Jeremy turned on the shower to the hottest setting, did not turn on the fan, and shut the bathroom door. His hope, a trick once showed to him by a roomate as an undergraduate, was to steam the clothes a bit and allow him to press out the wrinkles by hand against the wall. Jeremy let the clothes steam for about twenty minutes and then opened the bathroom door. A massive wave of steam poured out through the doorway, so dense it wet his face. He turned off the shower and turned on the fan finally to disperse the steam. Turning his attention on his clothing, Jeremy started at the top of each garment and tried to smooth each wrinkle out against the wall. He was moderately successful, and took the clothes back to the room, laying them carefully on the bed. Jeremy checked his watch and saw that it was getting close to seven. He hurriedly got dressed, and checked himself in the mirror before he left the room to make sure his tie was straight and his shirt tucked in well. Being decently satisfied with his look, Jeremy headed out of his room and back down the hall and stairs to the lobby. He wasn't sure exactly where the restaurant was, but it was fairly obvious once he was downstairs- it was just behind the lobby and check in desk. With a deep breath, Jeremy headed in. It was still just 645, so Jeremy decided to go to the bar and get a drink first. The restaurant was small, only housing a few tables and a half length bar, but it made up for it in its decor, and Jeremy assumed, its prices. Each chair was wooden but upholstered with a beautifully stitched seat cushion. Each table had a live flower centerpiece. Jeremy wondered to himself where the inn would get such a large supply of fresh flowers out here in the middle of nowhere, but his thoughts were interrupted as a man appeared from a door behind the bar. Jeremy nodded to him and ordered a gin and tonic. It was a matter of seconds before the drink was ready, and Jeremy took a sip, letting it calm his nerves in the few minutes before Starla arrived.