August 31, 2018 · 1:15 PM
Working nights, going to school, trying to give a shit about his grades, practicing, and, in general, living ate up a lot of time. Tony didn't know the actual math of what work he did, he just knew every Saturday he grew shocked and irritated that his laundry piled up in the corner begging for a wash. Old habits kept him from forming a consistent wash schedule, but lately, he'd managed to pack up his basket and go every other Saturday. Of course, he put off laundry until the very last minute every time, resulting in him, nearly every other weekend, sulking outside the only open-late laundromat near his apartment.
Cordova's nightlife always provided some entertainment at least. The laundromat sat across from some sketchy looking restaurants and a club, promising an endless slew of drunk people arguing and other poor folk commenting about the great portions at one particular chain. Tony sat outside, smoking his preferred vanilla clove cigarette and watching with mild interest as a boisterous drunk man argued with another, younger dude. What they said wasn't totally decipherable, but the display was at least entertaining. Tony's phone was down to 30%, so people watching would have to suffice while he waited for his last load to finish drying.
Just as the fight started to fizzle, Tony stood to go check on how much longer his laundry had until it was dry. But standing up too quickly resulted in him knocking right into someone, the other person protesting while Tony stumbled back, hands shooting up to indicate he meant no harm. "Fuck- sorry dude, I wasn't watchin' where I was going," he immediately apologized, looking up to see who he'd smacked. With luck, he hoped he wouldn't become the drunkards entertainment. Wouldn't that be the cherry on top of shit?
Wehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Cordova's nightlife always provided some entertainment at least. The laundromat sat across from some sketchy looking restaurants and a club, promising an endless slew of drunk people arguing and other poor folk commenting about the great portions at one particular chain. Tony sat outside, smoking his preferred vanilla clove cigarette and watching with mild interest as a boisterous drunk man argued with another, younger dude. What they said wasn't totally decipherable, but the display was at least entertaining. Tony's phone was down to 30%, so people watching would have to suffice while he waited for his last load to finish drying.
Just as the fight started to fizzle, Tony stood to go check on how much longer his laundry had until it was dry. But standing up too quickly resulted in him knocking right into someone, the other person protesting while Tony stumbled back, hands shooting up to indicate he meant no harm. "Fuck- sorry dude, I wasn't watchin' where I was going," he immediately apologized, looking up to see who he'd smacked. With luck, he hoped he wouldn't become the drunkards entertainment. Wouldn't that be the cherry on top of shit?
Wehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh