It felt good, real good. He was taking his first shower since he couldn’t remember when. It felt so nice and relaxing he started singing, and then he heard something that sounded like a tap on the shower door. He rubbed his eyes of soap so he could see if something was on the other side. He though he saw a dark shadow. “Hello,” he said nervously. “Is someone there?” He heard some mumbled response, “Look, I don’t do the shower thing anymore, last time I tried that I slipped and fell and she broke her tailbone. It’s just not that safe, I’ll be done in a minute.”
He thought that whatever was out there went away until another, louder knock on the glass came. Shawn stiffened up and looked for something to use for a weapon, he spotted a sponge on the end of a stick, “It’ll do,” he told himself. Before he could open the shower door to confront whatever it was on the other side, he started to shake uncontrollably dropping his ‘weapon’ in the process.
“Wake up man!” Shawn opened his eyes to someone in his face he jumped back in a defensive mode and quickly got his bearings about him. He figured out what was going on. “Can I get in man?” It was raining out, Shawn fell asleep in his car with the window down and a homeless man was asking to get in the car and out of the rain. “No, Earl, I told you after the last time you are never getting in my car again, I had to buy so many air fresheners to cover up your nasty fart that you left I smelled like walking potpourri for a week.”
Waking up in his car after leaving a bar was nothing new for Shawn, he did that about two or three times a week since he moved to Las Vegas a year earlier. A disgraced former Airforce veteran and air Marshall, he moved to Vegas to slowly wither away and die. He knew he had a drinking problem, it ruined his marriage, got a flight attendant pregnant and got him fired from the best job he ever had. He just couldn’t bring himself to care enough to change.
Shawn managed to make back to his studio apartment, as he walked in he thought about the dream he was having about the hot shower, he wished he could have one but he hadn’t paid the gas bill so hot water for him wasn’t happening.
Shawn wasn’t a bad looking guy, about six foot 2 inches, 200 pounds, light brown hair and deep piercing blue eyes. The thing with him was never bothered to clean himself up.
By the time the next night rolled around Shawn managed to build up enough courage to go to work. Shawn worked security for one of the hundreds of casinos in Vegas, he walked in and looked at the schedule, as he was doing so the closest thing he had to a friend walked in. “Oh, you got control room tonight, good thing because you look like shit.” Shawn looked up, “Thanks Darrin, it must be the new diet I am on.” Shawn went to his looker and Darrin went to the equipment window, Darrin met back up with Shawn just before heading out to his post on the casino floor. “When is the last time you been to a strip club?” Shawn was taken back by the question. “I honestly have no idea, maybe back in the service,” Darrin knotted his head, “Wow, okay then we are going after work.” Darrin started to walk away, “At six in the morning?” Shawn asked, but Darrin didn’t turn back.
To be continued……
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A strip club at six in the morning? I’m very interested to see where this story goes!