( the sunset inn? definitely more will's aesthetic than the boring, generic hotel or that way-too-fancy place he and kate got way-too-drunk at during the samhain ball. he's lowkey, and so is this place.

too bad he's not a very good neighbor. for those inhabiting the same floor as he is, or perhaps those even occupying the rooms above or below him, get ready for loud, loud music at any given hour of the day or night, with no real rhyme or reason to it. don't blame him! blame whoever decided to put the kickass bluetooth speakers in his room, and for whoever decided to invent unlimited music streaming services.

said neighbors may also find issue with will's other ... recreational activities. with his room's windows flung open for the duration of his stay, cigarette smoke pervades the air, occasionally joined by a more pungent stench of something a little stronger. he's from california, so any opportunity to feel a little more at home, have the sound of the waves rolling in, is more than welcome.

isn't he the worst? give him a piece of your mind, fellow sunset inn residents. perhaps you'd like to bang on his door or maybe even your ceiling, yell up at him from out your own window, and tell him what's up. )

( maybe this is karma coming back to bite will in the ass. god knows he probably deserves it.

he's on his way back up to his third floor room, glued to the game of candy crush or whatever the fuck it is in cadelle on his phone, a million percent incognizant of whoever else is in the elevator with him and the entire real world as a whole, when suddenly —

the elevator rattles, screeches to a halt, and a loud alarm that sounds like an endlessly ringing bell jolts back to life. with a scowl, he looks up abruptly, grumbles, ) You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

( or maybe he's just chillin' at one of the hotel's nightly beach bonfires, or being annoying elsewhere. i'd be happy to plot and/or write a personalized starter, too! just hmu at frickin / canary#4628! )