12-24-2015, 05:17 AM
A week's worth of groceries? Host a cook out? Was he the damned emcee?! This was an apartment building, not a luxury hotel! And he was aiming to be a tenant, not a fucking CATERER! But...he finally had the landlord considering the offer. He kept these raging thoughts to himself and just followed him.
The room itself was...fine. Really, it was. There were no cockroaches or suspicious molds or stains. Maybe a black light would show ghosts of this building's past, but he could suspend his disbelief well enough. The bathroom needed to be cleaned, but he could just ask the...landlord...he could just clean it himself. Already furnished, had a bed frame and mattress, and...two closets? Whatever, he only needed one. He didn't shop like whatever damned woman would need two closets, Christ almighty.
"Alright, then." He didn't know what else to say. But he suspected that Alderman didn't care for pointless dithering, so he quickly - and despite his growing and burning mortification - started a list with the legal pad on the desk. It had a plan for how to please the "gentlemen" in the other apartments. It didn't even register to him that they were just regular tenants and not applicants until halfway through his rant. What a waste of breath those two were...
He let the old man see that he was 'taking it seriously'. Which, regrettably, he was. What choice did he have?! He'd drain his account dry on a security deposit and the first month, and he was gonna have to spend the rest of it on food and entertainment for those tools as well as himself! He didn't even get a chance to meet the rest of the precinct here in Denver, why did shit like this keep happening?! if he wasn't bankrupt by the end of the month, it'd be a goddamn miracle.
He felt his stomach gurgle. A burning and passionate dread swept through him...he'd have to find some way to get a pregnancy test, too. Without these fools knowing about it. He just hoped he didn't start getting cravings or an appetite increase during this whole circus of misery.
The room itself was...fine. Really, it was. There were no cockroaches or suspicious molds or stains. Maybe a black light would show ghosts of this building's past, but he could suspend his disbelief well enough. The bathroom needed to be cleaned, but he could just ask the...landlord...he could just clean it himself. Already furnished, had a bed frame and mattress, and...two closets? Whatever, he only needed one. He didn't shop like whatever damned woman would need two closets, Christ almighty.
"Alright, then." He didn't know what else to say. But he suspected that Alderman didn't care for pointless dithering, so he quickly - and despite his growing and burning mortification - started a list with the legal pad on the desk. It had a plan for how to please the "gentlemen" in the other apartments. It didn't even register to him that they were just regular tenants and not applicants until halfway through his rant. What a waste of breath those two were...
He let the old man see that he was 'taking it seriously'. Which, regrettably, he was. What choice did he have?! He'd drain his account dry on a security deposit and the first month, and he was gonna have to spend the rest of it on food and entertainment for those tools as well as himself! He didn't even get a chance to meet the rest of the precinct here in Denver, why did shit like this keep happening?! if he wasn't bankrupt by the end of the month, it'd be a goddamn miracle.
He felt his stomach gurgle. A burning and passionate dread swept through him...he'd have to find some way to get a pregnancy test, too. Without these fools knowing about it. He just hoped he didn't start getting cravings or an appetite increase during this whole circus of misery.