fandomtownies | The Arms Hotel, Saturday

Nikolai was actually in a pretty decent mood, today. After some time negotiating with his boss in L.A. he'd managed to pull enough strings to have one of his contacts who was actually in Baltimore this weekend go to check out the lost-and-found, to see if they could get their hands on his luggage and, thank fuck, his wallet. By some miracle, both were still there, and since nobody could exactly connect him to the sudden, brief rash of people passing out around customs, they were there for the taking. He'd met the man out on the other side of the Causeway, collected his things, and was now spending his Saturday going through his suitcase right there at the check-in counter, marveling over the sight of his favorite jeans, old socks, even a can of shaving cream he didn't particularly care about.

He'd been living paycheck-to-paycheck on a part-time job with absolutely nothing to his name since arriving on the island. Could anyone blame him for being thrilled over a little recovered luggage and all of his credit cards, today?

Welcome To The Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Garlic-Crusted Sirloin Tip Roast with Mushroom Gravy
Garlic Cheddar Biscuits

And now Nick was going to spend the rest of his day reminding himself that being able to buy a plane ticket back to Hollywood did not mean that running out and doing so was actually a bright idea.

[Open, OCD-Free!]