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Post by forrest beau stark on Feb 8, 2015 18:40:52 GMT -5
  These days Forrest didn't know how to spend most of his time. He only got to see his daughter after a shouting match with Lauren and with the hangover he was already nursing today he knew better than to think that was a good idea. His already short temper was even shorter when his head was pounding and his body aching. If he had woken up with a clear head then maybe his day would have been more productive. He could have taken in a quick breakfast and then headed down to his usual boxing gym to fit in a workout and maybe a bout or two in the ring. With the way he was feeling when he opened his eyes that day he didn't need a mighty punch to make the room spin. There was nothing to do, no texts on his phone suggesting that there was a job that required his expertise of violence and intimidation. For that reason, Forrest took his time dragging himself from the bed, stood under the hot shower for longer than anyone needed to and then managed to chew half a round of toast before giving the rest to Domino.
After his stint in prison, Forrest didn't exactly enjoy spending his days cooped up inside his apartment. He liked to get out; one of the many reasons why he had adopted Domino. The dog gave him excuse to go on a walk twice a day, even if it was only a couple of times around the block in bad weather. It was better than nothing in Forrest's opinion. Most of his acquaintances were people who thrived at night and who would probably sleep through most of the day or spend it doing very little. Forrest could easily do the same himself, but he grew aggitated far too easily when he was home alone and with nothing to do. He wasn't a lover of TV shows and so he didn't exactly have any to catch up on, the news only stressed him out, and in general his apartment was quite minimal; two bedroom, one bath and a modest sized living space and kitchen. He didn't kit it out in consoles or workout equipment. There was a stereo and music collection on one wall and all other forms of entertainment belonged to Alysha and were quite out of the age range for Forrest.
In the end, he walked Domino and then let the big dog return to his basket in the corner of the living room. It only took up a small amount of time in the day and with his head still feeling like someone had slammed it into a brick wall again, Forrest knew that he ought to get something decent in him; half a piece of toast did not consitute as a meal in anyone's book. Grabbing his jacket and the necessary sunglasses to block out the August light, Forrest locked up his apartment and then made his way down the block towards the diner that he usually ended up in when he had a hangover or when a night hadn't turned out the way he hoped. The people in there knew his face, but not his past, and that was how Forrest liked to keep things. Ordering one of the usual fried breakfasts that they served all day, he kept the glasses on and then smiled silently and stiffly as the waitress poured his coffee; black, strong and hopefully the thing that would kick away this hangover. Waiting patiently for the food, it was the sound of someone attacking paper that caught his attention. Glancing over the top of the lenses, he spied someone reading the newspaper and clearly having some kind of issue with it. He couldn't tell who was behind the broadsheet, but they were shaking and bashing at it to try and get it to sit straight without some awkward crease ruining the pages. “Angry at a paper? Must be New York on a Monday.” He grumbled, more to himself though he was sure the stranger must have overheard.
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