After a few days of unpacking all of his suits and casual wear, bordom struck Ryan, having the sudden urge to go play a few rounds of quarters he had saved in his pockets. Pulling on some kaki cargo shorts, a black v-neck t-shirt and a grey beanie over his choppy haircut of various shades of brown, he walked out of his room the sound of many quarters clinking against each other. Now that he'd been announced Warrior from the Alphess herself, Garrett was welcomed to roam about the hotel as he pleased. His hazel eyes looked at the elevator, frowning he shrugged and decided to take the stairs. Walking seemed better in his opinion, and after hibernating away in his convenient room he needed all the exercise he could get.
As he walked down the stairs he couldn't help but regret the things he'd said to Alphess Noctavia at first. His wolf was making Garrette look like a complete and utter ass, only caring about the next women to sleep with. Sure he flirts with women from time to time, but the wolf that strangles the man against his will seems to take his flirtatious manner to a whole another degree. Ryan stopped in front of a wooden door with a plaque that read 'Game Room' in bright gold letters. He lips curled into a pleasing grin, and pushed open the door, revealing at least twenty different games from modern video games all the way back to Pac-Man, completely empty. Hazel hues widen at such a sight. "Woah." His grin transitioned into a broad smile, exposing his perfect white teeth. "Sweet." His raspy voice said aloud.
Ryan stepped into the room, quickening his pace as his eyes locked onto his favorite game. Skeeball. Bright orange and red lights flashed around it, eggshell pipes in the target for the skeeballs to roll into, the ramp perfectly charcoal. With his strong sense of smell, the machine still smelled brand new. Reaching into his pocket he grabbed a couple quarters and put them in, a musical tune played, releasing the black spheres down a ramp and into a holder. Ryan reached for one, grabbing it and turning it in his hand, eyeing at it with a grateful smile. "Thank you Noctavia!" He chuckled to himself as his thoughts whooped and hollered to be a honor to this pack. He looked back to the goals. A muscled arm extended back, then swinging forward and letting go of the skeeball just at the right moment. It rolled down the ramp and curled up into the eighty point pipe goal. "Yes!"
As he walked down the stairs he couldn't help but regret the things he'd said to Alphess Noctavia at first. His wolf was making Garrette look like a complete and utter ass, only caring about the next women to sleep with. Sure he flirts with women from time to time, but the wolf that strangles the man against his will seems to take his flirtatious manner to a whole another degree. Ryan stopped in front of a wooden door with a plaque that read 'Game Room' in bright gold letters. He lips curled into a pleasing grin, and pushed open the door, revealing at least twenty different games from modern video games all the way back to Pac-Man, completely empty. Hazel hues widen at such a sight. "Woah." His grin transitioned into a broad smile, exposing his perfect white teeth. "Sweet." His raspy voice said aloud.
Ryan stepped into the room, quickening his pace as his eyes locked onto his favorite game. Skeeball. Bright orange and red lights flashed around it, eggshell pipes in the target for the skeeballs to roll into, the ramp perfectly charcoal. With his strong sense of smell, the machine still smelled brand new. Reaching into his pocket he grabbed a couple quarters and put them in, a musical tune played, releasing the black spheres down a ramp and into a holder. Ryan reached for one, grabbing it and turning it in his hand, eyeing at it with a grateful smile. "Thank you Noctavia!" He chuckled to himself as his thoughts whooped and hollered to be a honor to this pack. He looked back to the goals. A muscled arm extended back, then swinging forward and letting go of the skeeball just at the right moment. It rolled down the ramp and curled up into the eighty point pipe goal. "Yes!"