CLOSED STARTER || @matterofsurvival
Running up the stairs, his head spinning a bit and his feet feeling a bit heavier than normal thanks to the whiskey still in his system, Michael stumbled out onto the roof of the Metrocenter and gasped as the cool night air knocked into him. Looking around himself, getting a sense of his surroundings, he welcomed the chill as he made his way further out onto the roof.
He knew he wouldn't be the only one up here-- he remembered someone talking about people being posted as an extra security detail on the roof to make sure nothing got to close to the mall-- but that didn't stop him from standing there like an out of place mannequin and staring as he stumbled upon one of them.
"Sorry," he finally mumbled to break the silence as his eyes slowly dropped over the stranger and took in every inch of him, "I just needed some, uh, I was looking for, uh--" licking his lips, a faint taste of Klaus still lingering there, Michael lifted his right hand and pointed at his mouth as if to signal fresh air though he didn't actually say it. "you know," he finished with a soft shrug.