Snippet #2296844

Outside at the back of the cafe the dog leaned casually against the brick wall, one foot propped up behind him as he enjoyed a quick smoke. Smart phone out, scrolling through pictures of a party he'd been to last week, uploaded to a friend's account. Don't remember that, he thought. Oh, yeah, that I remember, as the next one brought a smile to his lips. His phone buzzed as a text came up -- a number he didn't recognize.

[kim pulled out. can you cover tonight 8p-1a $100?]

Sean frowned. He infrequently worked for a liquor vendor to demo product at bars, restaurants, chain stores -- a good way to pick up a few bucks here and there provided you could live on 8-12 hours a week. He found the job a breeze and could afford the few hours on offer -- not to mention that generally his coworkers were attractive college girls from Sunny U. Still, he'd never seen a shift that late. Must be a club out of town. He flicked away his cigarette, replied.

[where?]

He was supposed to work at the Pawprint until 10, but things seemed slow and he figured his brothers wouldn't mind him slipping out early. That was the trouble with the dog -- by his capricious nature he was great at making commitments; terrible at keeping them. Generally his relationships platonic or romantic were as brief as they were one-sided. His phone buzzed with the address, and he texted back in the affirmative.

"Sorry guys something just came up," he called as he stepped back into the building. "I gotta head out!" he added before slipping into the break room to punch out and strip off the apron, which he threw on top of the lockers. As he left the room the apron fell to the floor, perfect symbolism for the dog's tumultuous nature.