Rooster woke up grouchy. The party the night before had been fun, and now he was paying for it. Ever since turning 30, he found that he didn't nearly drink as much as he used to, like when he was 20. It wasn't that he had started going to AA or anything, he simply found he couldn't keep the habit going in the same way. So when he and Callie found themselves at Oliver's pad last night for a quick party, he had hoped that past experience would keep him from getting completely trashed. But after multiple shots that was simply just not the case.
"Fuck," he whispered, as he slowly rolled out of bed and headed toward the shower. He cleaned himself up the best he could; he wasn't necessarily stunningly handsome or anything, standing at a decent 5'8", but he took care of himself, and with his short blond hair, he was able to carry himself with that certain scruffy, West coast charm.
Somewhere in the kitchen of their small apartment, he heard Callie getting ready for her day, and Rooster smiled. She was a pretty blonde woman, with a slight olive tone to her complexion; apparently, one of her grandfathers was a Maltese man. Unlike Rooster, who could come across as a bit broody, Callie was a relaxed, approachable woman. Before meeting each other, they had both been caught up in a series of bad relationships, and maybe that was what united them. Eventually they had moved in together, and now both of them had friends who asked about what their next step would be, having been going out for 3 years and what not. But both of them enjoyed the 'steadiness' of their current lifestyle, or at least, that's what Callie told Rooster.
That's when Rooster remembered that he had made a little lunch for her; her favorite snack, a BLTA, that she could take to the gym with her. And despite his headache, Rooster smiled; he liked being a good boyfriend, and making his boo a lunch was one of his favorite ways to show his gratitude.
"Hey babe," he said, stepping into the kitchen. "Did you find the l-"
"Sorry dear, can't talk!," Callie cried, her voice threshed with panic. He looked and saw that Callie was scrambling, still putting on her business blouse and coat. Nearby, on the kitchen table, was a suitcase, stuffed with a disorganized mess of clothes.
"Umm, honey, what's up?" Rooster asked.
"What didn't I tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I only got the call an hour ago!"
"Call for what?"
"For Miami!" Callie said, taking a quick moment to pause and look at her boyfriend. She reached and gave him a quick peck, before scurrying back to her task. "Yeah, I got a desperate call from Barry Darnell, from Icebound Studios, saying that some of their programming crew got pulled to a different assignment, and they need some backup programmers immediately. I've been on their hiring list for awhile, and they said that that this will be an all expenses paid trip."
"Oh my gosh, dear, that's great!"
"I know, I'm so excited! Anyways, I got a flight taking off in 90 minutes, and I gotta get there fast," she said, while going over and giving Rooster another peck on his cheeks. "Okay, I think I'm as packed as I can be. Ttfn!"
"Uh, any idea when you'll be back?"
"Nope. Take care of the place, I'll keep you informed! And good luck with the tutoring!," she cried. And with a bit of a pep to her step, she had walked out of the house. A moment later, she was gone, hurriedly driving to the airport.
Rooster, although not feeling 'traumatized' by any means, suddenly felt as if he were in a daze, caught in the whirlwind Callie had made as she had scrambled to get ready.
After waving her off, he walked back inside, and found himself sitting at the table. It had all been so sudden, and while he felt very happy and proud of his girlfriend, she had almost not even bothered to wake him up to let her know about what was going on.
"Huh," he finally said to himself, taking in the solitude of his currently lonely place. "Damn. And normally, Monday mornings are our time to get a little frisky," he said to himself, frowning even further. This caused him to let out another deep sigh, knowing that he was going to be a bit hornier today than he normally would. But he knew that he would be able to handle that.
He took another shower, and felt a little better.
After that, he took yet another moment to review his agenda, taking a moment to stop by the bookshelf, admiring the one fantasy book that was his own. But that was a long time ago, and while that gave him some extra credentials when it came to being an English tutor, it had been some time since he had found the desire to keep writing. But he couldn't think about that. Today, in just a few hours, he was going to be providing at home tutoring to a new student, and he was happy about that. His current batch, though not completely full of morons, had become a bit routine as of late. Some new blood might be just the thing to cheer him up.
Rooster pulled up to the driveway, and almost immediately felt embarrassed.
The house that he was pulling up to looked more like a mansion. It was grand, a prime example of rural suburban living, with white outer walls and a brick chimney, and while there might be grander within Bonville, CA, it wasn't for lack of trying. The garden in the front yard was strewn with roses, lavender, and other beautiful flowers.
"Shit," Rooster muttered to himself, as he stepped out of his car, bringing his bag of teaching supplies. "I'm gonna really have to bring out the gentleman in me; no wonder they're paying so well." He briefly looked down at his outfit, which was a business casual get-up; he was wearing a nice pair of blue jeans, yes, but he was also wearing a nicer coat and button-up shirt above that. He hoped that would make him look that much more presentable.
As he walked up the driveway, the front door opened, and three women stepped outside, though one quickly hid behind the other. The tallest woman was older, with a sporty, busty build, with big E cup titties. She had a beautiful face, though as she was wearing a black hijab, not all of her features could be immediately discerned; besides that, her clothes were nice but otherwise ordinary. On her left, stood a shorter, younger woman, who wore no such traditional clothes. On the contrary, she was simply wearing a t-shirt, blue jeans and some sandals, covered with some ornamental trinkets, such as a necklace and some earrings. This younger girl's hair was in a bob cut; she was slender, though with a decent D cup bust. But this younger girl wasn't paying attention to Rooster at all as he approached; rather, her focus was solely put onto her phone.
"Hello!," the older woman said in a husky but friendly, accented voice. She looked to be at least 40, maybe just a year or two older. "You must be Rooster. I am Priscilla."
"Ahem! Selamat pagi ibu Septriasa," Rooster spoke, as clearly and cleanly as he could. At this, the two women that he had been able to obeserve so far looked up at him, including the girl who had just been paying attention to her phone. "Siapa namanya Rooster."
"You speak Indonesian?" the mother asked with curiosity.
"Um, not really, but when I went over your information, I decided to look up the origin of your last name. That said, I always did want to learn a little bit of bahasa," Rooster said.
