Brian had a pencil between his teeth. He was sitting on a stool at the bar doing math. He needed to figure out how much money he could squirrel away this month. He kept an old Maxwell House coffee can behind the vegetables in his cabinet and in it, his savings for extravagances like tattoos, things that could only be bought after he paid the electric and water bills. As much as he liked ink, he didn’t like it better than flushing the toilet.
Brian was good to answer the knock. He'd been up and dressed for hours, his hair straight and slicked back in a way that looked much more responsible than usual. He tossed the no. 2 pencil on his notebook and unchained the door.
“Hey.” He was surprised. “Wasn’t expecting you. Come in.” He crooked his finger and let her cross the threshold. The apartment was in decent order: a pair of stray socks on the floor, papers strewn about the coffee table, but that was it. On the television a cartoon character smacked another with a frying pan. The air smelled vaguely of bacon from a BLT he fixed for lunch. “You want something to drink? I’ve got Pepsi and… there’s just Pepsi actually, and tap water.”
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on 2013-12-26 08:41 pm (UTC)Brian had a pencil between his teeth. He was sitting on a stool at the bar doing math. He needed to figure out how much money he could squirrel away this month. He kept an old Maxwell House coffee can behind the vegetables in his cabinet and in it, his savings for extravagances like tattoos, things that could only be bought after he paid the electric and water bills. As much as he liked ink, he didn’t like it better than flushing the toilet.
Brian was good to answer the knock. He'd been up and dressed for hours, his hair straight and slicked back in a way that looked much more responsible than usual. He tossed the no. 2 pencil on his notebook and unchained the door.
“Hey.” He was surprised. “Wasn’t expecting you. Come in.” He crooked his finger and let her cross the threshold. The apartment was in decent order: a pair of stray socks on the floor, papers strewn about the coffee table, but that was it. On the television a cartoon character smacked another with a frying pan. The air smelled vaguely of bacon from a BLT he fixed for lunch. “You want something to drink? I’ve got Pepsi and… there’s just Pepsi actually, and tap water.”