A/N- in my story, Sully was never a drunk
- Roper
Sully pried his eyes open. There was so much light it was almost unbearable. He sat up in his bed, and put on some socks. He heard a noise, it was his stomach growling so he decided to get up and get something to eat. Sully walked into the kitchen and glanced at the clock, 10:30, he sighed and opened the fridge, nothing. There was not a trace that any food had ever inhabited his fridge. Damn it.
Sully decided to get dressed and go to that nice diner down the street, Faith had told him it was great for breakfast. Once he was ready, he grabbed his keys off the counter and opened the door. He thought he should lock it, after all this is New York. Sully continued down the hall, he was almost at the stairs when he realized that something was stuck to his shoe. He bent down to pick it up. It was a letter, plain white, except for the print from his shoe, it read 'John Sullivan'. Sully was curious so he opened it. All it said was 'Soon'.
Sully pried his eyes open. There was so much light it was almost unbearable. He sat up in his bed, and put on some socks. He heard a noise, it was his stomach growling so he decided to get up and get something to eat. Sully walked into the kitchen and glanced at the clock, 10:30, he sighed and opened the fridge, nothing. There was not a trace that any food had ever inhabited his fridge. Damn it.
Sully decided to get dressed and go to that nice diner down the street, Faith had told him it was great for breakfast. Once he was ready, he grabbed his keys off the counter and opened the door. He thought he should lock it, after all this is New York. Sully continued down the hall, he was almost at the stairs when he realized that something was stuck to his shoe. He bent down to pick it up. It was a letter, plain white, except for the print from his shoe, it read 'John Sullivan'. Sully was curious so he opened it. All it said was 'Soon'.