Derrick, having sent the address to the hotel he was staying at as well as the room number, was reading another one of his books. His feet were propped up on the edge of the bed while he sat on the chair. The book he had open at the moment was called A Shot In The Dark by K.A. Stewart. He hummed to himself quietly while he waited.
At the moment Derrick was wearing a pair of jeans with no socks and a light-weight gray shirt without sleeves. It was fairly standard attire for him when he was relaxing. Those that knew him knew that Derrick found things he liked and stuck with them. Like how that shirt feels and looks? Awesome, buy three of em. What? They were different colors...
This particular hotel, Double Tree by Hilton, was north of the Rack but still in the Communal Grounds. he felt this wasn't a bad place to stay, decently close to his favorite little tap house. He tapped his fingers over the cover of the book, impatient to get to the good part. For the love of Christ sometimes Stewart could ramble on and on about things that were freaking boring. 'Oh woe is me, I'm trapped in a cabin in the woods with demon-zombie-things outside but instead of trying to escape, I think I'll worry about my pregnant wife instead, who's safe and sound at home with a gun-toting witch that has serious mojo'. Yeah... whiners.