An Arrangement was Made

Chapter 22: Some Down Time

Adam was bored. His computer had quickly lost his interest. He had been on it for so long that nothing was fun anymore. He wanted to go somewhere. He wanted to do something.

He wanted to talk to someone.

He missed Lute. Lute was always down for anything that Adam wanted to do, even just talk. He needed a friend.

Adam went downstairs. Maybe he could talk to Vaggie. See if he could get her loyalty back. She seemed pretty adamant about not liking him, but maybe he could fix that. He was awesome. Vaggie just needed to remember that.

But there was no one downstairs. Adam double checked to make sure they weren't just in a different part of the hotel. They weren't. Everyone was gone. Fuck. The one time Adam actually wanted to interact with them and they were all off doing who knows what.

"Fine. Who needs 'em anyway? I'll just go somewhere else." He opened the front door with the intention of going outside, but he couldn't get his foot over the threshold.

"The fuck?" He attempted again to get outside, but it was like there was an invisible barrier keeping him from leaving.

"UGH!" He slammed the door. It bounced back open, further aggravating him. He tried again, harder this time. He successfully damaged the door. Now the wood was cracked and the latch was busted so now it was impossible to close. Great. He conceded to gently pushing it closed and putting a few chairs in front of it to keep the dry wind from opening it again.

He went to the kitchen to get himself a snack. It was in here that he found another one of those apple sticky notes with Charlie's hand writing on it.

'I'm taking everyone on a picnic. We left you a sandwich. Here's my number if you need anything. Don't go anywhere.' There was a heart drawn after that.

Adam crushed it in his fist and put a hole in the wall. So that was why he couldn't leave. He was getting very sick of Charlie telling him what to do. He dropped the paper down the new hole. Never seeing that piece of shit ever again. He dusted his hands off.

In the fridge was a sandwich. He checked the contents just in case there were any joksters in this shit hole who thought it would be funny to put bugs in there or some shit. Didn't find any bugs, but he did find lunch meat. He threw the sandwich away.

Adam loved meat. It was the only thing he liked after leaving the garden. Animals were delicious. The problem was people. Factory farming was disgusting. They treated animals like they weren't even alive. He hated that. It made him sick. Never once in every time he'd ever been to hell had he ever seen a single field. There was nowhere in the pride ring to humanely raise animals. On top of that the meat packing plants here were probably disgusting. That whole sandwich was probably contaminated.

He found some cereal in one of the cabinets. The chocolate, sugary, fattening kind. The public use milk was all dairy stuff which he also refused to drink, but Charlie had some almond milk right there for the stealing. He hated almond milk but it was edible enough when it was full of chocolate. Oh but stealing was wrong. Fuck. Uh....

"It's not really stealing. We're married. That means half her shit is mine now." He dumped a fourth of the carton over his cereal. Half her shit. That meant he got two bowls of cereal before he exceeded what was fair.

"She doesn't like it, she can divorce me. Then I'll get half of half her shit." As if he'd ever win in divorce court but the mental image was still funny.

He plopped himself down on the couch and switched on the TV. Maybe they'd have something interesting to watch on Hell's network. The channel was set default to news. He didn't really care about the news, never had. Not even in heaven. Buuuuuuuuuuut now that he was living in hell having some kind of idea about what was going on down here might be a good idea.