Postby everdred12a » Sat Sep 24, 2011 11:42 am
Another work day had come to a close. Dan Blackburn was not a man to complain, though. Sure, no one ever put on the next pot of coffee when they took the last cup at the office. Sure, when the boss brought in a dozen doughnuts as a "hope your day doesn't suck so bad this time" treat for the office, he rarely ever got one, but Dan was thankful that he was at least bringing home a paycheck.
As he pulled his car into his parking place outside of the apartment he called home, Dan loosed a heavy sigh. Not from tiredness or boredom (because what's more fun than an office full of accountants?) but because he wasn't sure how much longer all of this would last. After turning off the car and grabbing his briefcase, the seemingly long march back home began.
In reality, it was just a couple of flights of stairs, but what plagued Dan was the worry of what sort of bad news would welcome him home today. It seemed like something was broken every day and that there was no end to it. A decent meal and a stint on the ol' world wide Internet seemed really nice right about now.
As he finished trudging up the stairs and into his apartment, smells of breakfast enveloped him - eggs, bacon, pancakes; he wasn't disappointed. It was actually one of the better cheap meals in his opinion. From there, there were hugs and kisses. Pleasantries were exchanged, and miracles were had, in that there was no extraordinary news today of new bills or broken appliances.
Over supper, he did have to listen to Clare's stories of the jerks that inhabited her school. Dan sympathized with her, for he had gone to the same school and new how dog-eat-dog the parking lot was, and what it was like to have lazy people in his project groups. But sadly, there was no advice he could offer to her.
"You're not gonna get on that game again tonight, are you?" Dan raised an eyebrow towards his wife, as if to say that she should know the answer to that already. Clare sighed and shook her head, which prompted a subdued laugh from Dan.
"Then at least help me do the dishes," Clare started as she rose from the table. "You know, you owe me like, 40 backlogged episodes of Dancing with the Stars." She tied her long, wavy, auburn hair into a ponytail, and then began to cart her dishes over to the sink.
"I don't get what you see in that crap," Dan answered as he rose and carried his own dishes over.
"And I don't get what you see in that video game crap, so we're even." As Dan arrived next to her, she gave him a playful nudge with her elbow and smiled. "You're lucky that I love you anyway."
"Yeah, yeah," he chuckled. "I'm very lucky, sometimes. Other times, all the doughnuts are gone."
When all the dishes were cleared, the two retired to the living room. Clare took her spot on the couch, leaned back, propped her feet on the coffee table, and turned on the TV; Dan made his way to the desk his computer was at in the corner and had it boot up.
Upon pulling up his personal email account, he noticed a strange email. To him, it looked like someone phishing for his password, so he took it upon himself to send an email to the game's customer service department to let them know about it. "Special free mount, my butt. You think they'd come up with more realistic scams than this and crap like 'your account is complaints,'" he thought as he sent that email to the trash.
Now that his email was out of the way, Dan started up his MMO and logged on, ready to engross himself in the slaying of pixelated creatures and forget the troubles of the day.
OOC: I promise that not all of my posts will be books. I swear.