Unwinding After A Long Day

Returning to his hotel suite after a very long, frustrating day at the theatre, David dropped his coat on the couch in a heap, too tired from the day to even care about it getting wrinkled. He'd talked and argued and reasoned with Harry, and eventually, reached an understanding with the man. But the confrontation had taken it's toll on his mood. Grumbling, he stomped to the bar and poured a glass of port. Muttering more oaths under his breath, he dropped heavily into a large chair and contemplated whether he'd be able to light a fire in the hearth by merely staring at it. This was not a good day, and he wondered if there was anything that could salvage it. He needed a diverson, some fun, something... anything.

( A diversion named Hugo )