CLOSED STARTER for @designedonchaos. LOCATION / SETTING: Silas' apartment, late Halloween night (in fact, sun may rise any minute now, who knows).
For all intents and purposes, Silas is drunk and tired, and he can only surmise Mars is no better than he is based on their back and forth text messaging. Still, he's excited to see him, albeit slightly nervous. Not because he isn't well acquainted with inviting people to his apartment, but because he doesn't know exactly how 'messed up' Mars is. A cracked rib sounds fairly serious to him, yet when he hears the buzzer for his door, he can't help but admire the man's tenacity.
He prepares his apology for living on one of the upper floors of a walk-up apartment, how miserably small his space is but that it's all he can afford, however he's effectively silenced once he unlocks and pulls open the door. He doesn't mean to make it so obvious as he eyes Mars up and down, taking in the bruises, split lip, and similar wounds. It happens anyway.
"Shit, mate, you weren't fucking kidding." Maybe not the best thing to say. Let's try that again. "I mean, I was right, though. You pull off the whole rugged protagonist in an action film look well." An improvement. "Come in, make yourself comfortable. You've clearly earned it." With that, he's stepping aside to let him in.
