Christopher was annoyed, no not annoyed, bloody fucking irritated! With his shades on and his earphones on full blast he was doing a pretty fine job of ignoring everything and everyone around him. The bus gave a jolt making him frown under his glasses "A fucking bus!" He had thrown a fit, threatened to sue someone, why the fuck can't he go there himself?! He won't even drive, he will let his fucking chauffeur drive! But Noooooo, and his dad was so fucking scared for more press he told him to shut up and be grateful he is not in jail right now. When the bus finally came to a stop he was in a foul mood and ready to just go have a drink ...... not that that was fucking allowed! What bullshit, if they were going to make you go without fucking drugs at least you can have a drink right? It is like they want you to fail. Not that he gave a shit. He didn't give a fuck about getting sober or clean, he was just going to do his time to avoid going to jail then go back to his life.<br/><br/>He hoped off the bus before stretching his muscles a bit, it had been a long fucking sit. Ugg did he remember to tell his trainer he was going to be away? Well he probably saw it in all the papers anyway. His dad was running for president now after all, his son running over a few homeless people while high and drunk off his scull made a few papers. He didn't bother switching off his music as the woman talked in front, he really was not in the mood for a speech right now. His eyes traveled over those closest to him.<br/><br/>A cute blond, covered in tattoos, sweet. He frowned in disgusts at the next guy. Oh great, they would let anyone in this fucking place, just look at him, he looks like shit. Not that he looked fresh with these bags under his eyes and he was crabby as shit, but he was just done with withdrawal again and really wanted a drink or fucking something! At least he was clean, and dressed in on the be best brand clothing, this guy looked like a fucking bum. A little distance off he caught sight of a familiar face and he cracked a smile. Well fuck me look who it is. Little Miss perfect, or that is what he used to tease her with when they were younger. Jasmine Love Andrews, their parents starred together in a movie or two, they ran into each other from time to time, even partied together once or twice. But she had always been a bit of a goody goody until she made it big herself. Oh how the mighty has fallen. He nearly laughed out loud.<br/><br/>He bought a lot with him, had to leave behind even more since they had a one bag policy (he hated it already!) but at least he was a strong guy and he could carry a big fucking bag so he got most of the necessities in. He had the last room on the first floor, too bad, now he cant even throw himself from the fucking window, he laughed at himself. As he walked through the hallway he passed the room of the bum looking guy mumbling something about a book. He gave a snot saying loud enough for him to hear "Fucking nerd" before making his way to his own room. Fuck he could use a drink. Perhaps he should go look for Jasmine, see if any of her people managed to help her sneak a drink.