Snippet #2059319

Drew Reinhart

None of he stories particularly impressed Drew. Of course, that could've been because he only half listened to them. Kanari couldn't really make anything sound scary when he was so damn bubbly about it, and Pandora himself with his shady smile and lurking in the dark seemed creepier than his actual story. Oliver on the other hand seemed to have scared himself right out of the room. He brought the meeting to a close so abruptly, it took Drew a moment to realize that it was actually over. "He must be off to look for the boogeyman," Drew muttered aloud to no one in particular. Drew certainly would not be wetting himself, but he had to admit there was… something about Oliver's story. It was the kind of tale that sort of hung in the air, lingered gently within one's mind, waiting patiently for the perfect night, the right kind of darkness, the moment you were eerily alone to creep back out and frighten you. Drew removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the other hand, swinging his head lightly as if to physically dispel the thought.

Cass also seemed to be rather rattled calling out after Oliver so weakly. The others still hadn't said anything, though that was really only strange for Kanari; he hadn't expected much of a reaction from Ivonne or Pandora, even after Oliver had nearly pushed him out of the way to get back to his room. "Well…" Drew stood up and stretched, trailing off with no real intention of finishing the thought. He settled his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and gave a final glance around the table as a "goodnight" to everyone. Hands shoved into his pockets, Drew walked off toward his room whistling lightly. A surprising amount of time had passed (or at least it felt that way) since the meeting had started, and with each step Drew's feet grew a little heavier.

He finally slumped into his room fell into his bed. He yawned and stretched his arms up hard, arching his back on the still made bed. He knew there was no real point in making it, but still he did every morning. Something about leaving it made him feel as though he'd given up on something. What that something was he wasn't sure, but it gave him a little empty pit in his stomach to see it a crumpled mess all the time.

Drew managed to pull himself up for a moment to toss his glasses onto a nightstand, peel his t-shirt off, and wriggle out of his pants, then fell straight back down and almost immediately to sleep, face down, sprawled atop his covers, one arm dangling off the side of the mattress.