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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Dirk Strider, after probably ten thousand years of being unemployed and only living off of his older brother's money, had gotten a job. Granted, it was only part-time and he still mooched off of his millionaire of a sibling, but it was still a job. He now painfully understood why Jake always got home to their shared apartment exhausted, though Jake did run three jobs.


    With a yawn, he unlocked the front door and entered their apartment, rubbing at his eyes. He took off his ridiculous triangular shades and set them down on the coffee table on his way into the living room, then promptly and gracefully flopped down on the couch. Screw the bedroom. Also, it was not graceful in the slightest. He looked like a swan with broken wings when he flopped down.


    He idly wondered if his fiance was home yet, though he probably was. Perhaps doing something in their bedroom, like reading. He didn't know. He almost considered going to ask him for some after-work cuddles like the stupid sap he was, but he decided against it, instead letting his tangerine eyes fall close gently.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]Long story short, Jake got fired from one of his three jobs. Let go. Sent down the river. He was forced to walk out of that place with his pink slip in hand, as well as his last paycheck. Jake didn't want to explain how he got fired, as it was something that still appalled him, but what he could say was that his manager let him off easy. She simply handed him the slip and sent him on his way; no scolding, no yelling, nothing but a simple write-up. Part of Jake was thankful for that, since he would have most likely started crying if his manager yelled at him, but the other part of Jake was pissed off at the fact that he got fired from the most lucrative of his three jobs. He didn't look back at the place, but it was on his thoughts for almost a majority of the time. Hell, even when he got into the car in order to head home early, he was still ticked off about it. It was both enraging and saddening, and Jake had to sit in his car for five minutes in order to wipe away any angry and sad (smad) tears away. Perhaps a long drive would help calm him. Newsflash, it didn't. He continued to be disgruntled even with the calming atmosphere of driving.


    The next couple of minutes weren't any better. He spent what seemed to be hours sitting in his car, which was promptly parked in the lot of their apartment, staring at his pink slip as if the world would end if he suddenly broke contact with it. He still felt as if he had just been handed it, although he had been handed it a couple of hours ago, and therefore had the entire car trip to think about what he did in order to get it. Jake leaned back against his seat, squeezing his eyes shut as if this entire situation was a dream. However, when he cracked them open, he saw the roof of the car, and felt guilt claw at his stomach. What would Dirk say if he knew about this? Jake didn't want to be the freeloader in the relationship, even if he had two other jobs to depend on. Jake was still for a couple of moments before he took the key out of his car, shut everything off, and angrily stuffed the pink slip into the pocket of his jacket. Jake then swung the door of the car open and slammed it shut as he walked out - though he made sure to do it carefully because getting this car was no easy job. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and speed-walked to their apartment building, using his multiple keys in order to open the main entrance. He used the stairs instead of the elevator and eventually came across their apartment, where he easily opened the door using another one of his many keys.


    Jake wasn't certain how late it was, nor how long he spent in the car staring at his new disappointment, but he was sure that it was late enough. His eyes scanned their apartment before they eventually rested on his fiance. Ah, it seemed as if Dirk was back from work. "Hello. How was work-" Jake was in the middle of asking Dirk how his job was but instantly cut himself off as he realized that Dirk's eyes were closed. Oh. Well, jobs were exhausting, so it wasn't like Jake blamed him. The male stared at him for a couple of seconds before turning away, shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders. He then tossed it on a nearby chair before stretching his arms above his head and rolling his shoulders, making his way into the kitchen as he did so. "I suppose that means I'm making dinner tonight." Jake muttered to himself, opening the fridge despite the fact that he had no idea what he was going to make. "It would help if I knew what I was doing. But, of course, with little to no cooking knowledge, I do not. I need to Google this." That being bitterly said, he closed the fridge and leaned back against the counter. Man, this pink slip was really making him bitter. Perhaps he should take some time to calm down. No, not with what happened. It was simply unfair, for a lack of better words!


    Dinner was yet another problem that made it seem unfair.[/size]


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