Robin Henderson (hill_to_climb) wrote in lastexit, @ 2015-07-07 08:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !week two, avery weston, rob henderson |
gambling man
Who: Avery and Rob
Where: Last Exit Auto
When: Thursday, August 13, mid-morning
Warnings: N/A
Twenty-six and unemployed. That was the Rob way, or what had become his way. At twenty-five, circumstances had been about the same. He'd been gainfully employed, not that that tended to affect his bank account, and fired three days later.
His mother was just the same. Then and now she'd told him to relax over his favorite breakfast (buttermilk waffles, powdered sugar, strawberries, syrup), told him to do something that made him happy, and to expect a family gathering that night to celebrate his birth. He hadn't listened a year ago, and on that overcast, windy-hot day in August, Rob wasn't listening now.
The door at Last Exit Auto was heavy. Rob yanked it open like it was one of those pull tab tin can lids, but it felt heavier than most doors. Fitting for a garage. Then, the path to the front desk was obvious.
"Uh, hey, good morning." Rob's hands were half-clenched at his sides, deliberately not shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He wore a white t-shirt that had been hastily tucked in. "I'm here for an interview."