It had been a long day at the garage. Honestly Jace didn't understand why people didn't see that checking their oil was something important. No matter how many times he tried to explain it to the woman, she didn't seem convinced. Somehow he managed not to smack her throughout the conversation or call her a handful of names that was sure to get him fired.
His day picked up considerably when the clock finally made its way to six o' clock. Jace wasted no time punching out for the day and made a beeline for his car. He got into his car and made his way home. Though he stopped off at McDonalds and ordered a ton of shit from the dollar menu. He planned on decompressing when he got home. That included food, television and smoking.
Within a half hour of getting out of work he was outside of his apartment. He could hear the television on and assumed Jordan was home which was fine. There was plenty of food in this bag.
To say that Jace was surprised when he opened the door was an understatement.
"What the- when did you get here and how the fuck did you get in?"
To anyone else that didn't know Jace, they might thing he was pissed off. But his friends and those close to him would know that fuck was just a given part of his vocabulary.