[While listening to wAteR by ohGr. . .enjoy ;) ]

"Mumble."
The front door clanged;
Keys, footsteps.
A Russian TV blared.
"Go away"
Chips crunched; a bottle opened.
A Russian TV blared.
"Go Away!"
He sat up.
"Morning sunshine"
A bottle landed on his chest and rolled to his lap, and for a moment he thought he would follow.
A hiss, a pop.
Vodka, burning sweet and full of a tranquility he wished would rear its head elsewhere.
Swimming vision slowed to a tread.
"You been out already?"
Chips crunched, another bottle opened.
"Da, put in a few hours this morning."
A groan, a Russian TV blared.
"Damnit man, its Sunday, rest a little."
"And end up looking like yourself? Not a chance in Hell."
The Russian TV changed, blare, to blare, to blare.
Swirling colors and dancing sounds.
"Hey I was watching that."
"Tough shit sleeping beauty."
The TV continued to blur.
A bell chimed, once, twice, then he lost count.
"Eleven" a pointless musing he thought.
"Didn't you have a date at eleven?"
Pretzeled legs awoke. A bottle fell.
The washroom door closed; water sprayed.
A chair reclined, blankets shuffled.
A Russian TV blared.
A door opened, footsteps.
"How do I look?"
"Like the bullet that hit the pig's ass"
"Thanks, some help you are."
A Russian TV blared
Footsteps, keys;
The front door clanged.
"Mumble"

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The jeep was cold.
Red light, red light.
The clock blinked 11:12.
"Late, late oh please be late."
Red light.
A cell phone rang.
"Hello? Late? yes we can reschedule, no its no trouble at all."
The cell phone beeped off.
A horn whined.
Green light.