Dorian was already on his way to pick Marisol up from her place, and while she was getting ready he parked in her second space while he waited. A lot had changed for him lately; Most of his nights were filled with visits to the gym, or he would drink himself to sleep on his couch or in his backyard at home. It didn't matter to him, not since the hangovers stopped long ago, and the alcohol make the dreams stop.
He stared at his dashboard and listened to the song on the radio, 'Buffalo Springfield-For what it's worth' was playing but its not like he could really hear it. He was far away by then, 'I can't believe I'm here. I don't know what good it'll do me.' There before him stood a shadow figure of a woman, a woman that filled Dorian with so much fear and hate he couldn't even begin to explain it verbally to anyone. 'You did this to me.' He said simply to the shadow, You bitch! YOU DID THIS'
He snapped to when Marisol ducked her head into the car, and he offered a tired smile. "Ready?" He looked around and then back at her, "You might have to call out tomorrow."