The night before this particular day had been a pretty normal night for Toby Aldebaran. Then again, normal
meant a completely different thing for him than other people; it was strange for him to come home, fall asleep, and wake up peacefully the following day. No, Toby came home piss drunk, with fresh bruises on his face and dried blood on his knuckles, and usually awoke with a bitch of a hangover that could only be cured with a bit more drinking.
So, in other words, when he heard a voice outside his door, he wasn't exactly in the most presentable state for employee interviews. He groaned, shifting slightly on his frayed, smelly, and sunken couch until he just fell off of the damn thing, the bottle in his lap falling with the crash to the floor. "Jussaminnut,"
he called out, burping in his throat and letting out a long breath, attempting to hold his eyes open.
did he have a headache; what time was it, anyway? Was that light
he saw out of his window? What kind of a person came around during the daytime, anyway? Weren't they aware these were his days off
? Oh yeah-- a job, right. Someone was actually looking for a job with him
as the employer. He even laughed to himself at the thought as he stepped around glass and a fresh puddle of whiskey and opened the door leading out to the deck of his ship.
He leaned against the doorframe, eyes squinted against the bright light. It was clear that he wasn't exactly in the best state of mind at the moment, just from the way he was reacting like a vampire to the outside world. He managed to open his eyes enough to see two people standing there-- or was it just one, and he was seeing double? It was hard to tell. Clearing his throat-- and burping again-- he focused a bit more and determined that they were, indeed, two different people. "How may I help you?"
He asked in the most sober voice he could muster, holding his hand above his eyes to shade them from the sun. He chuckled a little bit to himself, though for what reason even he wasn't sure. It might have had something to do with the fact that he was clad in nothing but boxers and a dirty white t-shirt.