Empty Nest ~ RP Moment
Larry dropped the pen he'd been holding, his body leaned over his desk, and he rubbed his eyes. The office was quiet and dark and his desk lamp sent a glow through the room. On the other side of his door the firm was empty. Everyone had gone home. He sighed and leaned back loosening his tie and slowly pulling it off.
He really wasn't looking forward to going home. He reached for his cell phone. Pulling up a newly saved number he leaned back again and let it ring.
"Hello?"
"Sammy," he said, a small smile breaking onto his face. "How are you?"
"I'm good. We're getting ready to have this hall meeting thing. I guess to get to know everyone better."
"Oh, well that sounds exciting. How'd your first day there go?"
"Good! We didn't have classes so I hung out with my roommate. He's pretty cool. We met the guys that live across the hall and hung out in their room. One of them? His name is Josh and he's from Detroit, too! And Kyle, my roommate, plays guitar. He's gonna help me learn it more and I'm gonna try and teach him piano."
"That's great, Sam."
"Yea, oh. I gotta go, Dad. We're going to the meeting thing now."
"Oky, well don't stay up too late. Get some rest before your first day of classes. I'll give you a call tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay Dad, bye!" Sam hung up and Larry gave another sigh.
"Bye son." He hung up and looked around his office. He got to his feet and took his time in packing his briefcase. He switched off the light and went for the elevator.
As he walked out of the building he shoved his tie into his jacket pocket. He stopped on the sidewalk and looked up and down the street. He really didn't want to go home.
Not long after, he walked through the door of a bar near the office and made his way to a stool. He shed his jacket and sat down.
"Getcha somethin'?" The bartender asked. Larry nodded.
"Scotch. On the rocks." When the bartender walked off to fix his drink, Larry unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt as well as the buttons on his sleeves. Of course he knew he shouldn't be drinking. But frankly...he didn't care.
He really wasn't looking forward to going home. He reached for his cell phone. Pulling up a newly saved number he leaned back again and let it ring.
"Hello?"
"Sammy," he said, a small smile breaking onto his face. "How are you?"
"I'm good. We're getting ready to have this hall meeting thing. I guess to get to know everyone better."
"Oh, well that sounds exciting. How'd your first day there go?"
"Good! We didn't have classes so I hung out with my roommate. He's pretty cool. We met the guys that live across the hall and hung out in their room. One of them? His name is Josh and he's from Detroit, too! And Kyle, my roommate, plays guitar. He's gonna help me learn it more and I'm gonna try and teach him piano."
"That's great, Sam."
"Yea, oh. I gotta go, Dad. We're going to the meeting thing now."
"Oky, well don't stay up too late. Get some rest before your first day of classes. I'll give you a call tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay Dad, bye!" Sam hung up and Larry gave another sigh.
"Bye son." He hung up and looked around his office. He got to his feet and took his time in packing his briefcase. He switched off the light and went for the elevator.
As he walked out of the building he shoved his tie into his jacket pocket. He stopped on the sidewalk and looked up and down the street. He really didn't want to go home.
Not long after, he walked through the door of a bar near the office and made his way to a stool. He shed his jacket and sat down.
"Getcha somethin'?" The bartender asked. Larry nodded.
"Scotch. On the rocks." When the bartender walked off to fix his drink, Larry unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt as well as the buttons on his sleeves. Of course he knew he shouldn't be drinking. But frankly...he didn't care.