Okay, it was cold ( Read more... )

He'd come home with a TV dinner and wound up with some weird-ass piece of meat on his dinner table ("Huh. Turducken."), ready for a night of... well, not really much at all. Mom called once, but that was about it ( Read more... )

There was a point at which a guy was just going to have to say 'it's enough', and Ray had about reached that point. Actually, Ray was pretty sure he'd gone back, rechecked the point, went back again, poked at the point a while, drenched it in coffee and then firmly reached it again ( Read more... )

When Ray woke up that morning, he had a mild headache and a desperate craving for coffee. He slinked out of bed, thwacked his old stereo until it started making noise (Iggy, great) and went into the kitchen to make some ( Read more... )

Moving didn't mean much when all you had to your name were two suitcases and some random crap in storage up in Chicago. Even his car was in another state, for fuck's sake. With a grunt, Ray kicked open the door (so it had been kinda half-open to begin with, who cared), tossed said suitcases into the room, and then kicked the door shut again behind ( Read more... )

Freaking Alexandria.

"Who puts a parking lot for a place near Annapolis by freakin' Alexandria?!"

The mirror of Ray's GTO didn't respond, but he kinda felt better about it anyway. He smacked the steering wheel again, then shoved his sunglasses further onto his face, and shoved open the door.

"Right," he muttered. So now, how the hell was he ( Read more... )