A Long Days Night...

Sam slept most of the day away. He couldnt help but not too, working as a Security Guard and Bouncer at a club across town called for some unsavory hours. Breakfast for him coincided with other peoples dinner. Daywalkers, as he liked to call them, as he functioned nocturnally. He usually had a few hours to work on his bike, work out, or go to the studio to practice his martial arts before his shift started around 10PM. Of course, he had to be there by 9:30 to go over any VIPs that were expected and make sure everything was in check. And he would often be there until 6 AM, an hour or two after the club closed for the night to help close it up and escort any lingering drunks safely to the bus stop or order them a late night (early morning) cab. It wasnt as exhausting as some of the other clubs he had worked at - he wasnt getting in a fight with some disorderly person every hour or so - but he had to function when others were sleeping or partying. He didnt often get to take home a lonely girl. It seemed odd, going to bed shortly after the sun began to rise, but he needed the sleep.

His bed was comfortable and more then inviting to stay in as his alarm clock went off at 6PM. He rolled out of bed, clad only in boxers, and made his way to the shower. It always helped shake the cobwebs off. He wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way to his small kitchen, turning on the stove to fry up two eggs and popped some bread into the toaster. A simple meal, but it worked for him. Half an hour later, putting the dirty dishes in the sink and tossing the newspaper into the trash can, he donned a white-wife beater and jeans, along with boots, and made his way to the elevator, along with a bucket of soapy water and two towels.

A short ride later, and he arrived in the subterranean garage that lay under his apartment complex. It was part of the reason he chose to live her as it was a safe place to keep his Harley, which he was about to wash. Humming a tune to himself, he began to carefully wash his bike, taking care to get every speck of dirt off of it. He used the dry towel to wipe it down after he was done, and realised he had enough time to get ready for his shift that night.

Returning to his room, he took a quick shower to get rid of the sweat he had worked up in the hot confines of the garage. Only a quick one. He sprayed on some cologne, and pulled on his black jeans, form fitting t-shirt that accentuated his muscular body, slipped into his boots, and pulled his sunglasses over his eyes. Checking himself in the mirror, he nodded to himself and headed back to his bike, kick starting it and taking off into the street after riding up the ramp. It was off to start another shift in the middle of the night...