Levi DiCaliente - 3094 Persimmons Way
Before he knew it, Levi was wrapped in a towel and making his way back to his room to get dressed; steering clear of the broken glass scattered about the floor. Levi had always been confused about his work hours; nobody even goes to the bar in the morning, why so early? Regardless, he needed the money for his own wellbeing so he wasn’t going to complain.
He slid into his underwear, pulled his pants up and fully buttoned his semi-formal shirt before putting on his black vest and matching bowtie. The work attire seemed a bit much for an informal restaurant , however he was thankful for the body coverage, meaning less makeup would be required to cover his bruises. To complete the look, he slipped into a pair of black loafers which crunched upon contact with the broken bottles residing in the hallway.
He made his way back to the bathroom, slapping out a liquid concealer and applying it to the purplish-blue bruises his face had displayed. Once the spots were hardly noticeable, he brushed his pearly white teeth and combed his hair back; feeling suave and clean.
Although the dress-code was over-the-top, it helped maintain the single shred of self-esteem that Levi had left; to him, it was the only way he could feel significant, mainly because the gaudy work-garb was the only nice item he possessed.
Once Levi was done emotionally affirming himself in the mirror, he began his trek downstairs. The typical smell of alcohol and TV dinners accompanied by loud, hung-over snores of his resting father filled the room. He had left the old television set on all night, playing repeats of Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune; two of Marcus’s favorite shows.
Levi made his way to the kitchen, being as quiet as a mouse as he opened the honey-oak cupboards that were horribly outdated. Unsuprised, Levi found no food in the cabinets, meaning that his father had sold all their food stamps for alcohol, again. With the odds against him, it seems that Levi would have to go hungry or whip up something at work, to be deducted from his paycheck. He let out a deep sigh, grabbing the nearly empty box of Cheez-Its and eating a few for breakfast.
Levi had a feeling; it was going to be a long week.
