George came home from another later shift at the club. Just yesterday night he had sold some teens next to a highschool some cocain and then had tot take the 10h lateshift as the bouncer. He was tired and drove home with a headache

Once in his house he sat down at his Couch, not caring what was playing just having some noise around him instead of the dead silence before he leaned his head back against he couch. He wanted to drink and get rid of the headach but he had work tomorrow and drinking now would be a mistake and he would have to explain himself infron of Jack.

Jack was his boss and he payed him well, but George also knew what Jack was capeable off. He feared and respected him. Getting on his bad side could be a death sentence on a bad day