Metallica thumped against the walls of his apartment. It was four o’clock in the evening, and his neighbors were used to him playing music obnoxiously loud at random intervals. Though most of them were at work. He’d taken the day off to spend a day at the park with his daughter, and now she was with his mother for some ‘girl time.’ He’d had two shots of Jack Daniels and was nodding his head along with Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters as he finished putting the dishes in the dish washer and running a cycle. This was how he liked it. Loud music blurring out his thoughts.
When he was done, he sat on the couch and listened to the rest of the song. But as the vinyl finished and spun to a stop, he felt utterly and completely bored. He hadn’t had adult company in a while, and to be honest, he could use it. So he ended up scrolling through his phone, finding his friend and neighbor Skye’s name, and decided it would be easy for either of them to stop over at each other’s place and hang out. If she weren’t busy. It wasn’t long before she’d agreed and was heading over, bringing wine. He had a pizza ordered and Pink Floyd’s Brain Damage now filled the air around him at half volume as he started another record. Hearing the knock, he made his way towards the entryway and swung open the door. He smiled softly as his blue eyes met hers, and moved out of the way to allow her entrance into the apartment. “Hey,” he offered, smile still pulling at his lips. “Rare occurrence that we’re both child-free for the evening...” he said lightly. “Pizza should be here in 20. Make yourself at home.”
