Snippet #836943

Vibrations rippled over Shannon rousing him from his sleep, his gray eyes blinked at the angry red numbers of his alarm clock. He let out a disgusted moan rolling on his side, his hand slapped the snooze button he just didn't want to wake up. A few customers had gotten a little creative with a few tables and chairs the night before and he had to clean it up after the bar finally closed.

After the second prompt from the alarm, he sat up and shut the annoying device off. He tossed the coverlet aside, rubbing his face with his palm. Bare feet padded toward the bathroom for his morning routine. After a quick shower, dried off and found some clothes giving each one a smell test before pulling the articles on his body. He needed to laundry soon another reminder of how much his long shifts were taking over his life. He snorted, gathering his wallet and his keys on his way out. He opened the door and stepped beyond the threshold, he stopped turning back glancing at the shoes he had neglected to put on.

Shannon trotted down the steps of his apartment building, a hand grasped his shoulder. He turned and blinked at smiling woman who had taken on as his caretaker since Bruce's death. The two spoke for a few moments using the hand gestures of the modern sign language. Although, she was still learning Shannon had to practice what little patience he had. He ended the conversation quickly since he was running a little late for work.

He had to run the four blocks to the hole in the wall bar, he pulled out his keys and unlocked the front door. Glancing up at the pointed hat on the sign before pushing through the door. He locked the door behind him flipping on lights on his way through. A note left by the boss reminded him to go through the inventory, like he was going to forget. It happens on this day every week.

Tripping over a box, he nearly used the bar to keep himself from falling on his face. He glanced at the container and frowned, than let out a toneless laughed. He had put it there to make sure he put it away. With a yawn, he picked up the box of special liquor and hauled it to the back. With a quick check of all the bottles behind the bar, he glanced at the clock and made his way to the front door and unlock it. Time for his guests to shuffle in, he flipped on the open sign and returned behind the bar to finish stocking the endless bottles.