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he’s come to appreciate it, a sense of routine. outwardly blames his three years spent in central east correctional for conditioning him to wake up, work out, eat, work, eat again, shoot dice, go to sleep and repeat--but really it’s something he’s always strived for, always craved. he enjoys the steadiness of his life now, the way he feels like he knows what’s going to happen next. vince has long stifled a desire for constant action. feels like he’s had enough for a lifetime. and though his new stoic, workaholic, semi-homebody persona has pacified him, it’s left much to be desired in his dating life.
until tonight, that is.
his client rachel, who happens to be in her sixth year of college and always wears too much lipgloss, came in for her oil change talking his ear off about how she knew a girl that, that knew a girl, that he’d be “too cute” with. and she wouldn’t stop calling him until he finally agreed to go. so it’s reluctantly that he pulls into the parking lot of the address she sent for their blind date, double annoyed by the shrill ringtone that he’s just too lazy to change. it’s her again.
“yeah, i’m here” he mumbles into the receiver. she’s giddy and squealing on the other end and he’s just trying to remind herself of how good she tips. it’s a roller skating rink, which is the icing on the cake. not entirely his style but he’s here already, paying five bucks to get in. “alright. rachel but she better be fine--” are his final words before he clicks ‘ end call ‘ , sighing as he plants himself on a seat near the entrance.
