Russian Vodka
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 19, 2009
It had been three long years since his wife had passed, four months after giving birth to their only child. And while he had been traumatised and had to pick up the pieces on his own, he had eventually recovered and gotten back to work to sustain his little family. Of course it had meant hiring a babysitter, and just to his luck there was one who lived just a short while from the house he had bought ten years ago.
She had been with him for two years now and they were on very friendly terms, she knew his door was always open and she pretty much already had a tooth brush at his place given he worked in a local security company as an on-site sort of manager, in charge of events and checking up on the local malls as well as doing service calls and inspections in the local industry. It paid well, but for weekends as this one, he was usually fairly swamped with work late into the night.
Sam Jefferson pulled his car into the driveway, it was just after midnight and he'd taken the drive home in silence. While it wasn't every concert he worked at that he enjoyed, tonight had felt extra loud and he knew he needed a drink. Of course he could see the light on and knew his babysitter was waiting for him to arrive home. So he was brief, making quick way from the car through the front door. "I'm home." He let out, his voice controlled and patient, knowing not to be too loud as to keep his sleeping child asleep.
He wore his work clothes still, a tight fitted t-shirt with large orange letters spelling SECURITY on his back, as well as a pair of black cargo pants with enough pockets for the few tools he needed for his job. His hair was combed down and neatly out of the way, his heavy work boots soon stood in the entryway to the house.
She had been with him for two years now and they were on very friendly terms, she knew his door was always open and she pretty much already had a tooth brush at his place given he worked in a local security company as an on-site sort of manager, in charge of events and checking up on the local malls as well as doing service calls and inspections in the local industry. It paid well, but for weekends as this one, he was usually fairly swamped with work late into the night.
Sam Jefferson pulled his car into the driveway, it was just after midnight and he'd taken the drive home in silence. While it wasn't every concert he worked at that he enjoyed, tonight had felt extra loud and he knew he needed a drink. Of course he could see the light on and knew his babysitter was waiting for him to arrive home. So he was brief, making quick way from the car through the front door. "I'm home." He let out, his voice controlled and patient, knowing not to be too loud as to keep his sleeping child asleep.
He wore his work clothes still, a tight fitted t-shirt with large orange letters spelling SECURITY on his back, as well as a pair of black cargo pants with enough pockets for the few tools he needed for his job. His hair was combed down and neatly out of the way, his heavy work boots soon stood in the entryway to the house.