The door swings open and Glimmer staggers in. A very wrinkled Glimmer that is. His shirt is untucked, hair is a total mess (well, he has very short hair so it's hard to mess up) and a very sleepy look haunts his face. Glimmer shuffles up to the bar and looks around. Was it just 10 hours ago that I was here? Whoa! Glimmer moves a chair aside to sit down.
"SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH!!!!" The metal chair tears into the silence of the morning as it scoots across the metal floor. Glimmer winces and sits down, leaning his elbows on the bar and resting his chin on his hands. Last night was rough. It all seemed so innocent when he left here last night. That kiss was nice but very innocent. Why then did he toss and turn all night? Sure, he could have done something, released some pent up energy and gone to sleep but he didn't like to do that, if he didn't have to. Well, heck, let's be honest, he didn't want to do that because he was hoping the phone would ring and he could get the real thing so he was, what? Saving himself? Oh, brother!!!
Glimmer looks around again and wonders where SPunky is.