Lend a Hand | Skylar & Dave
It was simultaneously his favorite and least favorite time of the year--the last few weeks leading up to finals. There was so much to get done--both for the students and the professors--but in a few sweet weeks it would be winter break and he could devote his time to more pleasurable pursuits, such as trying to hide presents from his eight year old and drinking. Well, the drinking was for when she was at a little friend’s house, but still... any of that was better than lugging this goddamn box around.
Just how the school’s new sound system had gotten delivered by the campus mail system to his office and not the classroom was a mystery. And of course, today was the day that someone had filched the performing arts departments’s hand truck out of their supply closet. So he got to move several large speakers, a few monitors, a box full of various cables, and the board itself down two floors. He’d wrestled a few of the smaller, albeit, heavier, boxes down, but his energy was beginning to flag as he surveyed the bulky speakers he had left to move. Hoisting one up by the handles on the sides, he made his way down both flights of stairs, pausing at the bottom of the second to catch his breath.
Gettin’ outta shape there, man. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
He spotted a fellow professor emerging from Classroom 4, just a few feet from the place he stood panting lightly. “Hey. Mind lendin’ a hand? I gotta get this mother to the theatre.” He asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. By now, he recognized most his fellow professors by sight, even if he didn’t know their names. This particular individual, however, he was familiar with. Professor King: the beau of his newfound drinking buddy, Dr. Tomago. He’d never exchanged words with the man, but his rather... harsh... lectures were fodder for the campus gossip mill. Despite his reputation, Dave flashed the man a friendly grin, shaking his hair back out of his face.
