Who: Remus, open.
When: 5:30pm
Where: The Last Round
What: Job hunting is only for the strong.
Remus was tired. He'd woken up this morning to find that his new bank account had just bottomed out, quickly wrote up his application, put on a suit, and since has been roaming the town, searching for a job. It was cold and snowy, and overall disheartening. Finally he could find no other place to apply, and found a warm, comfortable looking bar where he could take a breather before going home.
Sinking into a barstool and shrugging off his overcoat he pulled out the last five dollars he had and he looked up.
"Something warm, please. Coffee, tea, whatever," he said to the barkeep, rubbing his eyes and then sighing, looking at his last copy of his resume. He didn't get it, he had good references and a degree, he was able to provide samples of his work, why was it so hard to find a job here? Granted it was a small town. He closed his eyes and prayed that he'd find something. He'd just spent the last of his inheritance on fixing up the kitchen and heating in his house, it would be a waste of money, time, and effort if he had to leave now.