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A glance towards his phone showed he still had a few minutes until the driver would be pulling up, taking the opportunity to try and fix his clothes so it didn't look like he'd just thrown them on in a tizzy. Running his hand across his face, trying to rub his eyes enough to function properly, Virgil wanted nothing more than to get home and crawl into his own bed in his own tiny apartment. It was back to work tonight but he could sleep until at least well into noon before he had to get ready. Thankfully the bar he worked at wasn't one of his weekend stops- and he'd yet to run into someone he'd gone home with there.

Pulling up to the driveway is a car that matches the app's description and he gets into the back without a word. It was times like this where he could really appreciate modem technology- not having to talk to the driver in his hungover state was a relief. He spends the majority of the trip home drifting in and out of sleep, head pressed against the cool window of the car.

The door slams behind him when he gets out, loud enough to make him wince and his head throb before he starts towards the door to his apartment building. He's not usually around at this time of the morning and usually for good reason- like the one currently standing at the door to the basement, hollering down orders to someone working on the boiler down there. Spotting Virgil moving quickly towards the staircase, his landlord take the opportunity to chase after him asking about rent. Virgil just waved him off like he had been doing the past two months. "You'll get it, you'll get it. I'll call you tomorrow with a time." A lie, like always, ignoring whatever was said next as he made it to his apartment on the third floor.