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Having waited for a good five minutes Elias had grown increasingly impatient, moving from one foot to the next he eventually remembered that he had left his guitar in the trunk of his car. Cursing under his breath he ran back outside. It was not that he expected someone had stolen the item, it was more the realization that had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he simply forgot about his most prized possession and that angered him. Once more he pressed the button on the key to unlock the trunk and kicked the tire after remembering that it didn’t work. Yes, he could use some anger management, or maybe just some rest… If only the damned receptionist would show the fuck up, he could lay the hell down. After opening the trunk, he let his hand slip over the smooth top of the black, rectangle guitar case and unlocked it. The small clicking sound it made gave him a fleeting feeling of the adrenaline boost he usually experienced right before stepping on stage and he had the urge to strum a couple chords, but after a quick peek at the ebony colored electric guitar he closed the case again and lifted it out of the car. <br/>
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Making it back towards the hotel, he paused for a moment and took a look around town. Behind the windows of some of the houses noticed dim light. The streets were empty and somewhere in the distance, he could hear the barking of a dog. Following the main road up the ridge, his eyes eventually landed upon a silhouette walking down the street and for a moment he considered approaching the person carrying a duffel bag, but he or she was too far away and he was too tired. Stepping back inside he rolled his eyes upon seeing it just as deserted as he had left it and with a sigh, he went back to leaning against the wall.<br/>
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The sound of the front door opening and closing made him look up in the hopes one of the hotel staff had finally decided to show up. His hopes however, were quickly crushed as he recognized the person as the silhouette he had seen outside. Considering the man was carrying a duffel bag, Elias concluded it was more likely the man was a potential guest rather than an employee. He did take solace in the fact the man appeared just as agitated as he was. <i>’Did they say how long they would be out?’</i> Elias shook his head in response, he had been wondering the same thing. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a"> “Not seen a soul.”</span> He said, the right corner of his mouth twitching up ever so slightly as he heard the man grunt in response.<br/>
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He watched as Alexander picked his bag back up and moved towards the bar. The man was a slight bit taller than he was, the short beard made him look a bit rugged, but he was well dressed and appeared to be in decent physical shape. In all not bad to look at.  Surprised as Alexander called out, asking him for his drink of choice, Elias had a small moment of hesitation, it would technically be stealing to grab your own drink in a bar. On the other side, he had been at the hotel for at least fifteen minutes and no one had shown up yet, so… <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a"> “Fuck it.”</span> He muttered and with a last look around, he followed the other man. The owner should be happy he was still staying! Not that he had much of another option since it was the only hotel in town, but it was the thought that counted.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a">“Honestly by this point I really don’t give a damn, as long as it is something strong and you make it a double.”</span> He replied, placing his bag and guitar against the frame of the bar itself and taking a seat next to them.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a">“I’m Elias by the way."</span> He then added, figuring that if they were going to drink together, he might as well introduce himself. It wasn't until Alexander reached out for one of the bottles on the shelf that he noticed the ring on the mans finger. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a">"Does your wife know you're out offering drinks to strangers?"</span> It wasn't exactly a question he, of all people, was prone to asking someone he did not know, but it was out before could bite his tongue. Meanwhile he had placed his elbows on the bar and absentmindedly started fiddling with the ring on his own left hand. Ellis her ring hung safely laced with a necklace underneath his clothes, he had the intent to put his ring on there as well, but for some reason he didn’t have the heart to remove it from his finger.<br/>
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