Bittersweet

2| Raspberry Tart

Strong language and mild violence ahead. Ye be warned.
The song above is Gage's theme music, please listen.

For most people, Friday nights were known as a time to unwind and forget about the shitty parts of their week. Months ago I was part of that same crowd. My only worry for the night was whether or not I wanted to lay on the couch doing absolutely nothing or go out and do whatever the hell I wanted. But that's no longer relevant anymore.

Not since I signed a contract with him.

Damn, what I would give to have my Friday nights back. Even now I can't enjoy my nightly ritual of watching Breaking Bad and eating a bowl of Lucky Charms. Instead, my eyes keep drifting to the clock over the stove waiting for seven to roll around. It was fifteen minutes away and I knew I should probably get ready, but Jesse Pinkman was funny as hell.

However, if I've learned anything these past few months, it's that no matter how hard I try to ignore responsibilities, they will always find me one way or another.

"Gage!" came a familiar voice my door.

Speaking of which.

For a moment I pretended like I didn't hear it, but once he began to pound on my door repeatedly it was hard to ignore. If I was still living in my old place I wouldn't care about his attempts at getting me to answer. But since I moved into a complex surrounded by new people who weren't used to my lifestyle I was afraid that someone might hear and get curious. Or worse, file a complaint. More specifically a certain nosy neighbor who comes up to my hip. So I had no choice but to give in.