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What a fucking day.
Davin's had it about up to the damn moon with the assholes at the shop. Their insubordination and disrespect had multiplied when Davin brought Jason onto the team, which is still one of the best decisions that Davin has made since he became manager. Jason may not be super experienced in the field, but he knows what he's doing well enough and he's a damn hard worker.
Mel had spent all day making snide comments he claimed were just jokes, mainly aimed at Davin's age and sexuality. Davin has thus far not considered firing them since Tom hired them, but Tom's in Florida or some shit and put Davin in charge for a reason. Tomorrow, he's calling Tom to let him know that it's either Mel goes, or he does. He's pretty sure he's going to come out on top on that one.
But tonight? He's getting fucking drunk. He's walking home from the liquor store with a black bag full of whiskey and a six pack when he spots Mira walking out of a coffee shop right near his apartment and getting into her car. Yes, this is what he needs. Friends.
He runs up and throws himself dramatically across the hood just as she starts the engine, already feeling a little bit better at the joke. He looks up and laughs as he catches her shocked face through the windshield, crawling over to press his cheek to the glass with a low groan.
"Miraaaa. Help meeee."
Davin's had it about up to the damn moon with the assholes at the shop. Their insubordination and disrespect had multiplied when Davin brought Jason onto the team, which is still one of the best decisions that Davin has made since he became manager. Jason may not be super experienced in the field, but he knows what he's doing well enough and he's a damn hard worker.
Mel had spent all day making snide comments he claimed were just jokes, mainly aimed at Davin's age and sexuality. Davin has thus far not considered firing them since Tom hired them, but Tom's in Florida or some shit and put Davin in charge for a reason. Tomorrow, he's calling Tom to let him know that it's either Mel goes, or he does. He's pretty sure he's going to come out on top on that one.
But tonight? He's getting fucking drunk. He's walking home from the liquor store with a black bag full of whiskey and a six pack when he spots Mira walking out of a coffee shop right near his apartment and getting into her car. Yes, this is what he needs. Friends.
He runs up and throws himself dramatically across the hood just as she starts the engine, already feeling a little bit better at the joke. He looks up and laughs as he catches her shocked face through the windshield, crawling over to press his cheek to the glass with a low groan.
"Miraaaa. Help meeee."