![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Tomorrow, Mitchell was going to head back into the considerable danger zone that was his house.
Tonight, he was going to enjoy clinging to his hopes that Gilbert had somehow brought about a change in Annie, stuff a lot of beer in the fridge, and introduce a friend (well, acquaintance, really, but he was hoping on friend, eventually) to a wonderful program about scamming people.
Really, Mitchell was a simple soul.
By the time the chosen hour came along, he was hanging back on the couch, chilling, and sipping off a beer in thought.
[[ for That Spindly Redhead ]]
Tonight, he was going to enjoy clinging to his hopes that Gilbert had somehow brought about a change in Annie, stuff a lot of beer in the fridge, and introduce a friend (well, acquaintance, really, but he was hoping on friend, eventually) to a wonderful program about scamming people.
Really, Mitchell was a simple soul.
By the time the chosen hour came along, he was hanging back on the couch, chilling, and sipping off a beer in thought.
[[ for That Spindly Redhead ]]
