PART 5

FRIDAY EVENING: 4:15 PM
An hour after Oliver left work, he briefly passed by his apartment, washed some dishes and folded some clothes before heading out. He finished off the remainder of a bottle of sangria in his refrigerator before following the alcohol up with a two glasses of water. He sat on the sofa for about an hour before he headed out the door. He printed the directions off of Google reviewing them for about 10 minutes and drove off. He stopped at a nearby Publix and purchased a bottle of Arbor Mist and some small plastic cups before completing the trip. The drive was approximately 50 minutes with traffic. Oliver’s state of being could be described as a nervous, beginning to experience stomach cramps upon arriving to the apartment complex. When he got to the door, he shot Evandro a text before knocking. Evandro, who was still in his uniform was in the process of fixing a snack when he walked to the door.
"Ollie?"
"Yep" Oliver responded nervously. Holding the bag of wine.
"Come on in".
["Ollie"? The last person to call me that was Damon. And before him, it was my high school sweet hart. Of course, she’s now a single mom with four kids and not a baby daddy in site. I see you]

After a long embrace, Evandro asked him what was in the bag.

"Well sit down!" Evandro said, "Let’s have a drink"
"Sure thing, and FYI, whatever we don’t finish today, it’s yours to keep"
"Thanks man"
As Evandro put the crushed the ice up on the counter, Oliver sat at the table. "So man, nice place so far"
"Thanks, considering the circumstances, I’d call it a blessing" After pouring some of the blackberry Arbor Mist, Evandro began the conversation.

Finishing half a bottle of wine, they switched the conversation to general things, such as the TV system in the living room.

"We’ve nearly finished a bottle of wine" Evandro said "You might wanna hang here for a bit, let the alcohol simmer"
"Not a bad idea" Oliver responded.
They caught up with "The Resident", watching that last two episodes before Evandro walked him out.
"Get home safe", Evandro said as he watched Oliver get in his truck and exit the complex. Oliver had a smooth trip home, w/o encountering any traffic jams. He stopped by Subway and picked up a sandwich, eating in his vehicle before arriving at his apartment. He threw his empty bag in the dumpster before unlocking his door. Noticing a very unpleasant odor in the apartment, he looked around to see what had spoiled. He saw nothing in his refrigerator that would have gone bad. He concluded that it must have been his neighbor.
"Nasty fucking people" he said under his breath. He turned on the fans in addition to spraying air freshener in his home.
[So yeah, I have a client to see tomorrow for an overnight stay. I rarely bring client’s to my place and in the even that I do, I give them a 50% discount as this is awful. I have an overnight hotel stay. Shit like this is why, they don’t come. That and the fact that this is a dangerous job. My neighbor is what we call one of those hippie types. Doesn’t believe in using soap to shower, he has animals that he really isn’t supposed to have, and he doesn’t clean up after them. It’s like those folks, who bring their animals to restaurants and let them shit where people are sitting down trying to eat, and then when people call them on it, we have a new "discrimination" case.]
He left his home and stayed out for another hour or so, hoping to give the fans some time to eliminate the scent out of his apartment.
Coming back to the apartment, he noticed the temperature in his home had gone down, however the stench was as strong as ever, as he was walking in, a neighbor informed him that there were rats caught in some of the vents.
"I’m getting out of this lease, I’m packing my shit and I’m moving out!, I’ll stay with mom for a bit until I can find another place. I can’t do it anymore!"  He ranted.
[It’s almost worth just leaving the door open, not like I got shit worth taking]
He called Damon, in the heat of the moment to see if he could crash.

The plan was that Oliver would pack his clothes tonight as he’d be staying at a hotel Saturday anyway. From there, he’d move in with his mother. He packed his clothes for the night and locked the door behind him and headed to Damon’s place. Where he slept.
The following morning, the pair had breakfast at a local diner where Oliver disclosed more about the plan. He would stay the night as he did at Damon’s. From there, he’d pack his laptop. Going by his apartment he’d pack items such as his television and his other electronics. He’d meet his mother somewhere and have these items descreetly shifted. He would then put his furniture in storage.
"Well damn" Damon said. Oliver wasn’t going to be at his apartment much anyway this Saturday as he had an overnight appointment. Conversation was interrupted by the waitress

After Clara left to fetch their drinks, they resumed the conversation regarding his Oliver’s situation. "I’m going to pay to penalty man" Oliver said.
"I don’t blame you" Damon responded. "You’ve been having problems at that apartment for years. That son of a bitch needs to be burned down."
Oliver laughed while looking at his phone. "You crazy"
"I know"
Clara returned with their drinks. "OJ here and water here. I bought you some extra lemons for your water"
"Thanks!" Oliver exclaimed
"No problem, your food should be out in a little bit. Let me know if you need anything else"
Oliver knew the place was a dump. "My neighbor is nasty AF"
[That’s the problem with apartments. One unit has roaches, everyone one else does.]
"That’s why I got a house. Apartments are the worst. Shit like that is why you can’t eat everybody’s cooking and you can’t invite everybody to the potluck."
"And you can’t go to everybody else’s potluck either"
Oliver felt trapped. He would hold back rent payments but he’d have to pay that back. It was like a nightmare one couldn’t wake up from. The furniture was inexpensive so he didn’t mind leaving it a while longer. His complex was disgusting. Think "Infested!" On animal planet with the Ottawa, Canada apartment. After breakfast, he planned to obtain the remainder of his valuables.
"Yo, you mind if I stop at the gas station on the way back to the house?"
"Not at all, got a while before checking in to my hotel anyway"
"Hotel? Oh shit!"
They eventually finished breakfast. Cleaning their plates and getting the checks.
"The gentleman in the khaki shorts agreed to cover your bill." Clara said much to Oliver’s surprise.
"Well let me get my friends bill"
"Thanks……" Damon said
"No big, Mom said when someone blesses you you bless others and that’s what happened to me today"
"Well, I got the alcohol this evening. There’s this joint in Miami Beach that has all the good shit at low prices if we’re talking alcoholic pricing. The clerk Raja, let’s just say, I got the hookup."
"So you throwing the next party?"
At the store, he picked up a Pinot Grigio, a bottle of Blue Curaçao, and some Hypnotic.
"What else you want man?"
"Ummm I guess some pineapple juice for the curaçao. Make a good blue Hawaii"
At the register Raja noticed items "Somebody is about to get wasted."
"You already know, but I’m a smart guy, home only". They left and went Oliver’s apartment, to check on the status. He stood there momentarily and thought to himself He’d come back and pack up his items after his "date" with the client.
[My client is already paying an arm and a leg to have his way with me. At the least, I’ll put up the hotel fees. Some may do otherwise, but it’s a one night stay and I figure I’ll get it back.]
The pair went back home to drink, when Damon asked him if he ever tried weed?
"No way! If I were too, I wouldn’t smoke that shit in here in the states."
[Unless it’s in Colorado.]

As the afternoon passed, Oliver left to check into his hotel and put his things in his hotel room. He decided that he’d take a swim and then took a short nap before getting ready. The date would include a dinner, have a cocktail, followed by making out. After showering and douching, he put on a pair of brown khaki pants and a cream colored polo that he sported with a navy sports coat. He brushed his hair and then headed down to the hotel bar where he had a beer.He got a text from his client saying that he was on his way.
[Oh joy. Another date with a self-entitled corporate goon.]
He responded by informing the client that he was at the hotel bar and that he could locate him by his outfit. Cody is a man in his mid 30s, he’s an accountant at a firm downtown. Height wise, he’s about 6′6′ with a slender build.
[He’s probably married and I’d be willing to bet that they don’t have an open relationship. If you get my drift.]
He escorted Oliver to his car,
"Nice ride" Oliver said.
"Thanks"
They arrived at a fine dining establishment with a dinner reservation for 7:00pm. Oliver ordered Lobster while his client ordered duck.

They talked about the job market, ethical issues, etc while waiting on their meals and as they ate their meals. Cody surprisingly made for good conversation and wasn’t full of himself much to Oliver’s surprise.
[White guy, far left type of kat. Works in corporate American, but actually gives a damn. Yeah, he’s a keeper.]
Cody grew up in a rather liberal household southeast standards. He came out to his parents at 15, he had a long term relationship that last about three years. After that breakup, he has been happily single but likes to have fun. They returned to the hotel where they ended their night. Oliver suggested that they chill in the hot tub on the 5th floor initially. "Gotta get out of these clothes first" Cody said.
"Fair enough" Oliver said as they entered the elevator.

Upon entrance of the hotel room, he pointed Cody to the bathroom. "Alright I’ll see you in a bit".

TO BE CONTINUED WITH PART 6
STORY SYNOPSIS
CHARACTERS