for the night sky is an ocean; Who: Benjamin and Dominic What: Dom is in serious need of coffee filters and Benjamin is nice enough to offer some of his. Where: Outside apartment 109 When: August 16th, a quarter to 1AM-ish Warnings: Language! Notes: TBA
Dominic hadn't overly minded moving, although the process of packing followed by unpacking had been a different story. At the very least, it meant everything could now be arranged according to his taste alone; Madeleine was a wonderful woman and they'd shared love that felt secure for a long time, but she was prone to being disorganized. It was rather akin to a sense of relief finally having his own place again. Everything would be managed as it should be, and that was what he preferred.
Except to err was unfortunately and devastatingly human. He was certain he'd picked up all the groceries he needed to get himself through the next week or two but had made a slight miscalculation. Dominic stopped himself from swearing as he tossed his old and last coffee filter into the kitchen trash. Out of the select items he always placed as high priority in his life, coffee filters were near the top of the list. He was now completely out of them and it was already past midnight, far too late--or early, depending--to run down to the closest gas station and buy another pack. Dominic had gotten a late start this evening and the night would certainly be much longer. There was no way he would survive without coffee.
Frustrated, he went to the livingroom where he had his laptop open and ready to go upon the coffee table. A thought struck him, something he'd been told about this new complex he now lived at: there was an online forum specifically for the inhabitants of Pax Letale, a way of further embracing the digital age. While it wasn't Dominic's preferred method of meeting neighbors, he wondered if it was worth a shot to see if any of them were awake at this hour (and in possession of coffee filters he could bum off them until tomorrow). He sat down on his couch and quickly logged into the forum, thankful that he'd bookmarked the website address. After a moment of hesitation, he typed the essentials of his situation--there was no need for excessive detail before 1AM save for on the editorial he needed to finish--and hit post.
Shortly afterward, he received a reply and executed what he felt was a fair trade deal, albeit with someone he hadn't yet met face to face. That would soon be remedied, however. Pulling on a pair of shoes, closing his laptop, and grabbing his keys, Dominic double-checked his mysterious benefactor's apartment number. Not wanting to get there ahead of the time frame he'd given the person, he briefly postponed leaving. After coming to the conclusion that five minutes on the clock to spare was more than an ample amount of time to make it to the elevator (but still not wanting to cut it too close), he chose to then head out, locking his apartment door behind him.
The halls were unsurprisingly quiet and Dominic wondered if he maybe was being too intrusive. There was no shortage of night owls in the world, but something like coffee filters seemed trite, almost, despite the immediate connection between coffee and staying alert at ungodly hours (nevermind that he only drank decaffeinated coffee himself--it was the idea more than anything else, perhaps a true case of mind over matter). But the other person hadn't seemed bothered and Dominic reassured himself of this as he knocked on the door marked 109. Straightening his shirt, he waited for a response, sure of only the fact that the occupant within was willing to share some of their filters.