The night had come swiftly to the city, and darkness shrouded the buildings. Quiet had consumed the area as the street lights switched on, bathing the streets in a soft white light. Inside their houses, the human populace was consumed in the menial ranting of their favorite television program, or divulging in their favorite meal. People all throughout the city were settling into their nightly routine and there was little to interest them further. The night was settling into the city rather earlier than normal, and it took the populace awhile to adjust to the later setting of the sun. For the most part the city was settling into it’s sleepy slumber early, and no one could tell the people of the city otherwise. The night was welcome to many who had toiled during the business part of the day. They were welcoming the fact they had the chance to spend time with their families after such a long day of working. While the city took to dealing with screaming children and nagging wives, on the other side of town a supernatural being was dealing with waking up.
Tony was stirring from slumber at around seven in the evening when people were just getting home and setting down to eat their dinner. As soon as he would get out of bed, he would eat. But he would not eat the meal of kings. No, he would have to settle for left of chicken breast and mashed potatoes with green beans on the side for a suitable vegetable. To him that was the meal of kings. He rolled over in his bed, and silenced the alarm that was blaring relentlessly in his ear. He stretched as he sat upright on the bed and yawned broadly. Just as he thought, the landlord had taken to knocking on the door for several moments. Surely he would know that all Tony would be wearing would be his underwear. With this thought in mind, Tony walked over to his dresser and withdrew a single pair of shorts. He put them on quickly and walked over to the door where he opened it, revealing a stocky older man holding a box in his arms that looked about two sizes too big for him to carry. He smiled over the box at Tony and handed him the box, letting out a sigh of relief as the weight was lifted from his arms. “Dunno what you got there Tony, but whatever it is, it sure is heavy,” the man said as Tony proceeded to shut the door.
He brought the package over to the table where he normally ate his meals, and then he opened the box, a strong scent of flowers hitting his nose. Ah, of course. This was his stuff from the woman’s house where he had been visiting her recently. It seemed she wanted him out of her life for good this time. No matter. Now he had more time on his hands. He sighed to himself as he closed the box, and set it under the table. He then walked over to the fridge and proceeded to get his dinner out of the fridge. He pulled a plate from the cabinet, and set his food on the plate, then shoved the whole thing in the microwave. It didn’t take long for the meal to heat and soon he was sitting at the table eating his dinner, a beer set in front of him. It took him about a little less than half an hour to eat, and soon he was finding that he was getting dressed. It was good to be dressed, even though he had showered the previous evening.
He walked over to the door and pulled it open, stepping through and pulling it tight behind him. He made his way down to the lobby where he would give the landlord his rent for the month, even though it wasn’t due until next week. The landlord smiled at him when he came down the stairs to stand in front of the counter. Tony then passed him an envelope containing the money for the month. Six-hundred wasn’t much for a single person living in a single apartment for the last couple years, but it was less than what the other tenants were paying. Of course, they lived in fancier apartments with silken sheets on their bed and more traditional comforts than he. He left the front desk, and walked outside. The cool night air hit his face, and he walked across the street to where his dodge charger was parked. He clicked the button on his alarm keypad and opened the car, then got into the car. He waited a moment to make sure traffic was clear before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
He drove for a few minutes, and then stopped in front of a bar where he frequented maybe three or more times a week. Today was his day off, and he was allowed to enjoy the evening, making sure that he didn’t drink that much of course. He walked into the bar, the small waitress behind the counter smiling as he entered. He’d never admit it, but it was just a month ago when she had been allowed to sleep in the same bed as he, even though they didn’t do much sleeping. She waited until he sat down in his usual booth before she came over to take his drink order, knowing full well what he wanted. He surprised her this time, however, as he ordered a single malt beverage instead a bottle of domestic. She quirked an eyebrow, but wrote down his order without question. She smiled at him, and just for good measure, he returned her smile, albeit a small one.