The snow-in was a bummer for most people but Jamie saw it as an opportunity once he got over the fact that he’d be missing days of work. Rest and relaxation was a foreign concept to him but Alec made it easy, convincing him that midday naps were not only great but necessary. Jamie napped like a fiend in the cabin, all wrapped up in Alec’s body heat and eventually, his sweaty stink too. As much as Jamie enjoyed Alec’s company, his range of interests were limited to music, drugs and acting on feelings. All of which he could only entertain for so long until he yearned for real excitement.
By the third day, he was feeling slightly unhinged. Too well rested, too awake, too hungry, too bored of exchanging flirty looks over dinner rolls. He needed intellectual engagement. He needed adventure. He needed demons.
The Ouija board he’d brought up to the mountain was left undisturbed in his bag for the majority of the trip, forgotten beneath piles of towels and whatever else Jamie could collect to keep warm. But warmth was no longer an issue when he was filled with incentive and purpose.
Jamie carried the box through the halls like an altar boy in the dead of night, carrying precious cargo to the priest for midnight mass. He stopped at Hope’s door and rapped a tune on it that signified it was him before stepping back to wait. When Hope made the mistake of answering, Jamie barged in looking like a demon himself.
“Hope, oh, Hope... Look what I’ve got,” he said, his shadowed expression looking eerie in the dim light of the window. His eyes were big and full of mischief, his day’s rest doing little to help the bags under them. Jamie smirked, crooked and wily.
“Yeah, I know, I said I’d text but my phone died and I kinda got caught up in stuff but look, I’m here now and ready to summon the dark lord. You still game or what?”
