It was after midnight by the time Hitch was dragging his sorry a** home from work, a cigarette dangling from his lips and his hands shoved deep into his pockets. It'd been a s**t day at work, worse than usual - the customers had been relentlessly nasty, and his coworkers had been relentlessly useless, not just at one job but both. While he'd been busy straightening up around his stupid register, everyone else was just completely failing to get their acts together long enough to release him.

Like it really mattered. The longer he stayed, the better his paycheck would be. But really, let's be honest, how much did those twenty cents or so actually do for him in the long run? He tried to keep his chin up about it, but it was hard running on four hours of sleep, six cups of coffee, and a sandwich he'd shoved down his throat about six hours ago. His back ached in ways he hadn't thought possible, and his eyelids were painfully heavy as he dragged himself back towards his apartment.

Some of the streetlights up ahead were out. Hitch paid them no mind and just trudged forward.

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