Nightshift 46: M-A Block Hallway
[from here]
Hallway? Check. Toolbox? Check. Flashlight turning him into a walking target? Check.
Destination? Shit, he knew he'd forgotten something.
The thought of going back, finding his beer, and seeing if there was enough left for a mild buzz was tempting. Really fucking tempting. Pull the covers up over his head and let the world spin without him. But he'd done that last night and he hadn't woken up with his face pressed to a shag rug. Trying to climb inside a hefty bag because someone had turned down the thermostat and attached as much of a diatribe as would fit on a post-it about foreign oil.
[to here]
Hallway? Check. Toolbox? Check. Flashlight turning him into a walking target? Check.
Destination? Shit, he knew he'd forgotten something.
The thought of going back, finding his beer, and seeing if there was enough left for a mild buzz was tempting. Really fucking tempting. Pull the covers up over his head and let the world spin without him. But he'd done that last night and he hadn't woken up with his face pressed to a shag rug. Trying to climb inside a hefty bag because someone had turned down the thermostat and attached as much of a diatribe as would fit on a post-it about foreign oil.
[to here]