Downtown New Jersey - 8:00 AM
"Hey D! How we doing on those sandwiches!"
The person in question 'D' is a man looking to be around mid to late 20's in age and is around 6'1 in height or 184-185 cm. He has almost ghostly skin and slightly long and wavy black hair that nearly reaches his shoulders. While on the contrary his eyes are sliver blue in color that almost shines in darkness.
"I'm working on it John! I've got two B.L.T's and a SPK Taylor Ham." John is a shorter man who looks to be around 40 years old. He has short brown hair and a nearly fully grown beard.
"Alright then put it up we're swamped today. That old shop down the road just closed up since old guy running it got in trouble with his standards."
"You got it just know that you gotta give me a little something on the side for it."
"HA. Get back to work before I dock your pay you ungrateful shit!"
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Around the streets of New Jersey our protagonist 'D' can be seen walking towards a certain apartment complex. As he walks up onto the 3rd floor and going to the 3rd door to the left unlocking the door and heading inside.
'D' heads inside and chuckles to himself as he closes and lockes the door behind him. "Its still the same as I left it." Looking towards the less than stellar apartment multiple bags of trash and dirty discarded items can be found on the floor.
"I still need to throw out the rest of that shit he left me with." The man named 'D' shuffles around inside of his apartment kicking things out of the way and slightly cleaning barely making a dent in the overwhelming mess around him.
"God Damn it I don't have time right now...." After around 10 minutes of cleaning and filling two trash bags up to the limit a alarm rings out. "Shit!"
'D' Fumbles around with his phone as he notices the time [8:15 PM]. "Fuck me I didn't even eat!" 'D' hurriedly grabs a store brand fruit and grain bar as he grabs his coat and unlocks his door while heading out in a rush.
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.Running into a bright building with a purple colored sign 'D' rushes into the employee louge after being let into building by the bouncer by the employee entrance.
"D! Your late! That's coming straight out of your paycheck! Now hurry up and get to work those drinks won't make themselves!" 'D' after nodding and apologizes he quickly puts on his uniform and heads to the bar where a couple of early patrons were sitting and waiting.
"Hey there he is how are ya D? Thought you may have finally gotten fired since you showed you nearly 30 minutes late. I almost left you know!"
"I'm fine Dan and I know you don't leave this place to damn near closing you alcoholic." The man now known as Dan is a slightly fatter man probably around a head shorter than our protagionist with prominent stubble and kind but slightly overbearing arua around him.
"Hey! you don't have to point out every time I lie you know."
"Sure Dan just tell me what you want or is it going to be your usual?"
"You know give me one of your good whiskey I know that manager of yours has the good stuff in the back."
"You know he doesn't and even if he does what you see is what you can get."
"Fine get a whiskey sour." Moving along 'D' gets the orders of the other regulars at the bar as he continuously serves and makes drinks until another bartender takes his spot as his shift finishes.
In the back of the club 'D' is taking off his employee uniform and grabs his coat until a similar man comes up to him. "D! Listen son you've been doing great but you haven't been showing up on time, you don't pitch our deals and special items enough. I mean compared to Denise your barely matching up and she got here only a month ago."
"In short I'm firing you. You can hand back in your uniform tomorrow. Your going to get you last paycheck in another 2 weeks."
"Ah.. Alright just send my severance check with it."
"Oh. You took it better than I expected. Alright then I thank you for your work here and sorry that it came to an end like this."
"It's fine."
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"FUCK!" 'D' rushed back into his apartment and let loose his anger that he was bottling up until that moment. "God damn it 2 weeks is too fucking long I've got shit I need to pay... I've got this damn apartment my roommate left me with after trashing the place, I've got to pay for the debt my pops gave me... and now I've got to somehow get another high paying job that fits in between my schedule perfectly.."
"God..Damnit...." After seeing 'D' and his struggles I've decided that he's the one he's the one I need.
D falls over with his strength leaving him. "What...The...fuck.." Blood drips from his nose as his heart rate slows and his breathing gets more and more shallow. "what....I'm dying now?....." He slowly loses more and more feeling in his limbs as they feel like TV static. D slowly closes his eyes after trying to fight it off and and just 10 seconds after than his heart stops completely.