closed for: @scottienolan
where and when: baz howlett's, june 18th
"Okay." Ziggy says curtly when he manages to seize a moment to speak in between the man who had opened the door's ranting, surprised to find a vaguely familiar face. He knew of Baz Howlett which was why he made a diligent effort to avoid him. "Sure."
He's not a fan of all of the profanities he used when he explained that he wanted Scottie out of his house but after catching sight of empty bottles and white powders in his peripheral when he had stepped inside, he knew it was a bad idea to pick an argument with an irritated man on a comedown.
Descending up the stairs with a feeling of brief relief when he can hear only his own footsteps and not Baz's, he takes a guess that the only closed door was the room where his friend was.
Shutting the door behind him gently, he gives her a small wave as he makes his way over to the bed, taking careful steps to not snap an ankle by accidentally stepping on a discarded beer bottle on the floor.
"Hi baby," He says softly as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed she was sitting up in, a feeling of unease sitting in the pit of his stomach as he tries to decipher what he had walked into, "Looks like it's been quite the night. Are you okay?"
