03:37AM 5/9 -14
Sunday,smoking in the Pleasure Palace backdoor, hearing music pulsing through the night.
"Damn... You'd think that If you tell a guy "Go fuck yourself" twice, he'd actually do the room a favor, drop his pants and shimmy his way to whatever hole he crawled out from." Dom fumed as he drew a long drag. The bar was nearing its final call as the morning was creeping ever closer. He squeezed the towel that hung from his waist, letting some of the last drips of liquid seep into the ground. When the towel was new it had probably been quite neat, however, with the years of use it had lost most of its main colors and was now a fine shade of brown with a faded black mark of Jägermeister. "Heck, now I'll never get these stains-"Dom was rudely interrupted in his monologue by a hacking cough followed by a groan coming from the sack laying on the ground next to his feet. A flash of fury overcame Dom as he exhaled the smoke through his gritted teeth and drove his foot in an angled kick straight towards the top of the sack. With a loud "thwack" and a pained groan it slumped. "The fucking nerve." He let out a sigh and flicked his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out and heading back into the bar.
"Don't show your face here again, snowflake. If you do, I won't ask you to go fuck yourself a third time..."
10:00AM Current Day
Monday,clothes thrown on a chair,staring at the ceiling in his small apartment.
Dom could feel his heavy eyes struggling to keep themselves open, and yet, at the same time, he could not fall asleep. Working nights had a very strange effect on his body. In general, he managed to get enough sleep on a day to day basis, however, from time to time he was struck with a very odd feeling of fatigue. As if his body were made of dense fog, he would be unable to find a comfortable enough position to fall asleep until hours later he would collapse in a sofa, chair, or even on the floor. Screw this... he thought and got up to sit on the edge of his bed. His apartment was dark with slivers of light piercing though his reinforced blinds. The walls were covered in tattered posters of vague rap-artists and the floor was littered with odd socks and worn pants. It would not be far off to label him as a slob, however, when it came to work he was meticulous. Until, of course, someone pissed him off.
Dom looked down at his hands and frowned. His right fist was covered in the same old rag he used as a bar-towel when working. He unwrapped his hand to find the flesh underneath pinkish and scabbed over. At least this one had it coming.his completely reasonable mind reminded him as he covered the hand once again, grabbed his phone and checked his messages. The glare caught him off guard and he hissed, blinking a few times. 0 missed messages.It was a wonder that his frown wasn't a permanent fixture at this point. This meant that he was without work tonight and he was running out of cigarettes, alcohol and food. His options were limited and they were getting fewer by the hour. With a heavy sigh he roused himself and got dressed in the most casual outfit he could manage. A pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Dom then grabbed his keys, lighter, the last unopened cigarette-packet and headed out through the door, wondering if maybe, just maybe, today he would meet that billionaire that could sort him out for good.
An emptied wallet and twenty minutes later, Dom was sitting in a chair outside of the Diamond in the Rough. He ran through his usual routine, smoking and looking through his phone for job-listings. Security... Bar... Moving-service... Moving-service... God damn, another one? Is everyone coming to Emerald City nowadays? Dom took a drag from his cigarette and sighed out the smoke out of his nostrils. The people in the city didn't mind him at all. Sure, it was getting rowdy and all, but hell, usually he was central to most the fights in the city. Or at least, he used to be. Nowadays, most of the time, as long as he wasn't provoked then he didn't care. Most of the time. But damn it, if one more guy looks at me funny... Oh, this looks interesting. he grumbled and started calling the various listings, hoping that maybe he would be able to find a job for the night.
