Who: Zack & Open What: A beer Where: Pub down near the Wharf in San Fran When: 8pm-ish Rating: G(?) Status: Ongoing.
Getting called in on a Saturday. Okay, so not his first choice of things to do, but ya know. It wasn't all that bad, he was the zen master of plumbing after all. Besides, more money in the bank was more money in the bank. That never hurt. He had been looking to make a bigger donation to that Lyon Martin free clinic after all. They did such good work in SF and he'd just hate to see them shut down.
However, the job didn't go as planned. Sure nothing horrible happened, but he did manage to, while replacing a pipe, accidently smash his thumb and tear the finger nail off. Man that sucked. It hurt like hell too, poor people started freaking out when they saw the blood and while Zack wasn't too keen on it either, he had tried his best to calm them, shrugging it off as 'no big deal' as he retrieved the antibiotic, gauze and band aids from his tool box that he always made sure to keep on hand.
Sometimes he wondered if he managed to single handedly keep the first aid supply and over the counter pain killer market in business alone. At this rate he deserved a stock option. After patching him self up, he finished the job and left smiling. What silly thoughts he had sometimes. If you could say anything about Zack he certainly was appreciative of the small stuff. Even goofy jokes that never got outside of his own head.
Now was beer time though. So he'd hopped down to the pub and was enjoying a nice pint of Blue Moon. Occasionally his attention would drift over to the TV screen but really he was just happy to have his beer. Though some chili fries would rock. Waving down a waitress he put in his order with a smile and thanked the nice lady for taking his order. Man, life was good wasn't it?