Pulling into the multi-floor parking garage, Shane drove up several levels of the parking garage, and stopped at the top level. Pulling the Hemi SRT8 into a parking spot, he turned it off, and got out. Popping the trunk, he grabbed the last of his boxes, and placed them onto the ground beside the car. Closing the trunk, he picked the boxes back up, locked the car, and went to the elevator in the garage.
Going up several levels, he'd rented out an apartment with a room mate he'd found on Craigslist, and from what he saw, she was pretty bangin', just another plus to moving into a half-paid apartment. Putting his boxes down in front of the door, he unlocked it, and opened it, holding the door open with one hand, he pushed the boxes in with his left foot, and stepped on, closing the door behind him.
Walking into his room, he placed the boxes down, unpacked them as hurriedly as he could, and returned to the kitchen of the apartment. Grabbing a Corona Extra from the fridge, he cracked the beer open, and dropped a slice of lime into it. Sipping the beer, he let out a satisfied sigh, before walking to the living room, and sitting down on one of the two couches.