Room 222 | Friday Evening

[pursuedthestars]

It was a Friday night and Jim knew he should probably be out, finding something to do or someone to entertain him but he wasn't. He'd been planning on maybe finally hitting that bar Cade had mentioned but those plans had just gotten pushed away due to Jim just not wanting to go out tonight.

Instead, he found himself on the floor on his room with his back against his bed. He'd ordered something from town, something that wasn't pizza but was spicy and had noodles and a lot of meat and was good but wasn't something he'd had before. Food in the future wasn't too different but living on a farm meant he ate a lot of...farm food.

Thinking of the farm meant Jim started thinking about his family (though thoughts of his father were locked up tight) and he actually started scratching out a letter to George. It wasn't going to get sent (he didn't even know where his brother was) but he couldn't stop himself.

The letter started out fairly mundane but Jim noticed things getting a little more terse and tense after a few paragraphs. He stopped writing and put the pen down. Huh.

Maybe there were some issues there.

[Post open/door open! Last day as a dude for a weekend deserved a post]