Kyle his friends called him. Technically his name was Cristopher, but he hadn't used that since he was younger. Much younger, liked before college. He'd tell people this, even though he didn't go to college. It was more like when everyone else was.
He went straight to work. He jumped from job to job, a lot of times the manager would piss him off or something. Then he just wouldn't show up. That he thought was the worst. Because they wouldn't always catch on. He'd apologize and say an excuse. Then the next time do it again. He liked that, pissing people off. They'd be fine he thought they'd have jobs, they wouldn't go hungry. So its alright.
He thought about doing that to
Imogen Howe
, but then he thought she needed something more. No one talks to Kyle like that, especially in front of people. No she had to pay.
He bought a beer at the bar. It was quiet. Usually it was full of students, and body guards would stand outside, checking IDs. The summer no one cared. He walked right in. Ordered at the bar and sat by the pool tables. A few people were playing lazy games, but he liked the sound of it all.
