Dave stood motionless as everyone seemed to go on their ways. "What the fuck is this? Everyone leaves?"
Dave didn't really care, he was still tired and unsociable. He strode over to the kitchen and got out some pizza that was two days old. He threw it in the microwave and let it heat.
He ate it quick, he always ate like that. People joked that he could eat a platoon of soldiers under the table...but it was no joke he could drink them under the table.

It suddenly clicked in his head, they were auditioning manager's and he knew he'd have to be respectable. He quickly scoffed down the rest of his pizza and made his way to the shower.
He had it hot, he always liked it hot. He sat on the tiled floor, finding a certain tranquility in the steam, the heat and the running water.

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