Kayden Moore collected jobs the way a streetwalker collected johns and blew through them just as fast. No pun intended, depending on the job. From waiter to custodial work, cashier to bouncer. To be honest, being a bouncer was the only job he really enjoyed. For someone who detested any kind of work with a passion (because if youāre working, youāre not working out), it was reasonably decent. His physique was an asset, for one. And thereās nothing more fun than throwing someone out of a place, or looking at beautiful people all night. As he sat on a workout bench watching his latest client attempt to curl a measly fifteen pound dumbbell, he wondered to himself why he even quit the bouncer scene in the first place. Oh, right. Working all night leads to sleeping all day, and even Kayden had to admit he didnāt want to run as bad as he wanted to fucking sleep. Itās not even like the pay was better than his current job; personal trainer at the gym. Heād managed to scam all the gym newbies into paying him an extra few dollars per hour since they didnāt know any better, and none of them had the inclination to ask around about a more typical, reasonable personal trainer rate. āThatās great,ā Kayden offered his client half heartedly, his attention divided between not really giving a flip about the service heād sold his soul to for the past couple of months, and a pair of legs on the stair master to his left. The man he was ātrainingā said something in response but Kayden didnāt catch it. Clients were always saying something. Asking something. Doing something wrong. Unsure. He really didnāt have the time or the patience. Guess he was going back to the club.
Eventually, praise God, the session ended and Kayden could reclaim the meager percentage of his focus that was dedicated to work and dial one hundred percent back into himself. He flew through a workout as quickly and efficiently as he could manage before the gym closed early for the day, then made his way back to his apartment. It wasnāt anything special. He was sure most of the tenants - his friends - could attest to the same. But he made the one bedroom home work. Kayden dropped his gym bag to the ground once he got in, tossed his keys somewhere. He intended for them to land on the coffee table, but the floor was good enough. Kayden stepped over various items of clothing, shoes, towels, and whatever else was on the ground in his bedroom. Never one to keep things tidy, he figured it was easier to find stuff if it was out in the open. If that means leaving it on the ground then so be it. To be fair, though, his cat had a hand in the dysfunction that was his living quarters. Where was his cat anyway? Most people knew Kayden had a tendency to treat his pet with more respect than even his own friends, but it wasnāt his fault. They shouldāve been cuter. For a moment, Kayden called the felineās name but figured the cat was probably asleep somewhere when he didnāt show himself. Kayden had other things to focus on anyway, like getting ready for the party that was supposed to be going on later today.
After Kayden got out of the shower, he opted out of the usual gym shirts and joggers in favor of something more fitted to life outside of the gym. He couldāve tried a little harder. "Could have" being the operative word, as he figured him showing up was good enough and his face tended to make up for his lack of effort when it came to affairs such as these. Right? Sure. Kayden kicked his dirty clothes to the side as he left the bathroom and headed into the kitchen, the sight of dirty dishes piled up making him run a hand through his wet hair in despair. Of course he forgot he was supposed to cook something for the party. āYouāre supposed to remind me of these things, Cake,ā he called out to his pet, mostly joking but slightly frustrated by the fact that his own irresponsibility sabotaged his life on the regular.
Kayden set some food and water out for his cat before finding an empty cardboard box and setting all the alcohol inside of it. Then he pulled on some shoes, just some black converse, and left the apartment altogether. Was he early? Late? Kayden honestly couldnāt tell you the details of the party, only that he was going with a box full of liquor. (Of which, better be appreciated). It wasnāt long before he could hear someone out in the hallway trying to get in someone elseās apartment. It wouldnāt surprise him if it was Nellyās. She had the nicest set up of the whole group, and itād be a lie to say Kayden hadnāt taken advantage of their friendship just for the opportunity to stay in a well furnished and homey apartment. Thatās not to say he didnāt love her, or his other friends for that matter. She just had what he wanted yet lacked the ambition to attain for himself.
His earlier assumption was right when he saw Amaris calling for Nelly to let her in. Kayden sauntered up behind her just as the door swung open. āIām hurt, Amaris, maybe I wanted to taste-test,ā he said, feigning emotional hurt and throwing an arm around her shoulder as he shifted his box of alcohol to his other arm. āYou gotta leave a glass outside the door or punch me in the face or something next time -- just so I know you notice me, babe,ā he teased. Kayden took back his arm and stepped out of the way as Nelly and Zac came out of the apartment with items to take to the roof. He briefly wondered where the rest of the group was, but figured everyone would wind up in the same place anyway.