Connections, Part 1 first draft

After sealing himself in his apartment, away from chaos that was New York City, Roland Burke's first priority was to mix himself a drink. He grabbed the half-empty bottles of Absolute, Kahlua, and Bailey's from their rightful place in the cabinet over the sink and proceeded to mix them with just enough milk to keep the taste of alcohol from getting to him too much. Once satisfied with the drink, he proceeded to his bedroom where he was eager to lay down and savor solitude.

Roland took a mouthful of his White Russian before placing it on the night stand, then sprawled out in bed. He didn't care that his shoes were on the bed, or that his suite would wrinkle. Here, tucked safely away in his meticulously constructed kingdom, he was free to do as he pleased. 

It wasn't long until his peace was shattered. Just as he was about to take another mouthful his phone began to vibrate. Muttering a curse under his breath, he took a swig then sigh before answering his phone. "Hey... not much, I just got in the door... Thanks for the congratulations... eh, I still love print as a medium but twenty-four-hour broadcasting and the internet have changed the beast... I know you've heard my ramblings before... you either adapt or die... don't give me any of that bullshit... quite fucking true... to be honest, I was planning on spending the night in...hello? Hello?" 

He looked at his cell and saw that he'd lost signal. Normally he had a full five bars throughout the entire block, but he didn't make much of it. Roland was relieved that he could return to his solitude and quickly drifted off to sleep.