Room 222, Saturday Morning

[wwiii]

While everybody else was waking up as all and sundry, spread across the far reaches of the multiverse, in Room 222 there was no activity at all, a stark contrast to the events of the night before.

Maybe on Monday, Warren would be bothered by this turn of events. Maybe he would simply dismiss it as the whims of Fandom. And it couldn't possibly be as bad as being turned into a budgie, right?

But for now, all that the four-pack of Worthington's Creamflow Bitter really cared about was the fact that it was warm. And nobody liked warm beer, even if it did have an aroma of malt, licorice and caramel, with apple and banana notes.


[Warren is beer this weekend! The post is mostly just establishy, since there isn't much interacting to be done with a pack of beer. Unless somebody wants to wander in and drink a can. Beer drank! A Worthington's 3-Pack is way more fitting, after all.]