A Timing Pattern » Places

         Somehow Clayton managed to awake just seconds before his alarm sent out a series of repetitive loud beeps. The man tossed himself off of the couch and immediately began blaring music for it seemed that that was the only way he was able to keep himself awake recently. After stumbling up the first few stairs, Clayton was able to awake himself from the never-ending grogginess and saunter the rest of the way up the staircase. Whose idea was it to lease a multi-level home? Clearly he was inebriated when he had made that decision. He rarely spent any time upstairs as it seemed, he would occasionally sleep up there if he had not already fallen asleep on the couch. Those few rooms served him only in order to dress himself, and bathe himself. Clayton showered, making sure to rid himself of residual sweat and soreness.

Clayton dried his hair with a towel as he made his way into his closet pulling out a pair of darker jeans, a blue button-down shirt, and his navy sports jacket. He never really understood the concept of dressing up in order to impress someone. He finds himself to be happiest when he is comfortable.

The three knocks jolted him as he finished buttoning up the last button, and boomed down the stairs, "One Second!" He called as he rushed to turn off the music and open the door. A soft grin appeared on his face, which he tried to stop as soon as he could feel it appear,"You look great. Thanks for coming over here, let me just grab my keys and wallet? I wasn't sure if you wanted to go out or stay in?"