Luc was pretty upset with himself, for a few reasons. One, he should have refrained from calling the towing company – especially once he found his iPod and realized he didn't have to go anywhere. Of course, it was a douche move (even he had to admit that one), and karma was a bitch. Two, he never should have fessed up to calling them – but he figured it was the only nice thing to do after being a dick. Three, it was one in the fucking morning and he was now suckered into helping someone move – when, if he was doing anything, he should be working.
But, here he was: throwing on a pair of flip-flops with his blue pajama pants and gray wifebeater – because like fuck he was getting dressed for this shit. He'd been kidding about the bandanna, but as he headed out the door (making sure his keys and phone were in his pocket, of course) he kind of wished he actually owned one. Alas, Luc was too much a slave to fashion to possess something so.. clearly against the creed.
Damn a guilty conscience.
He caught the elevator down, wondering why he had agreed – after all, he could have said no, right? After all, it was a pretty unreasonable hour to solicit help with heavy lifting. But Luc did feel genuinely bad enough about being an ass about the trailer to where he wouldn't have let himself say no. Though, by the time he reached the ground floor, he was debating on offering to pay someone else to do the work. He'd miss the money less than he'd probably regret carrying a bedframe to the fifth floor. And, as he stepped off the elevator, he had to turn back to gauge the dimensions of the lift – trying to figure in his head whether a bedframe would fit, and deciding they'd probably have to find the service elevator.. and that just made him wonder how getting lost and being exhausted were going to factor in to his attitude on the matter.
God, this was going to suck.
Outside was at least more bearable than he'd anticipated – actually way more, but he could probably attribute that to the thin material of his garments. He saw who he assumed to be Richard struggling with the trailer's gate, brows notching a bit in amusement as he strolled up to the other man.
“So she's like most girls, I see,” he remarked with a laugh as his tall frame came to a stop a few feet away from where Richard was. “Gotta give her some foreplay before she'll put out.”
Of course, if the gate stayed locked.. well, Luc didn't know how to fix it, that was for sure. And he wasn't entirely sure how committed he was to milling around while someone tried to figure it out. Maybe he could still figure a way out of this after all.