He slides into the driver's seat. The car needs a few tries to start - as he indicated, not exactly high performance, but it does eventually start, and run.
He's a social creature. Much as he digs into his books, works on songs and so on, he thrives on eventual interaction. And, of course, sex is always a bonus.
He pulls into the lot at his apartment. With the show doing ok, work being steady and the rest, he's gotten his own place. Its not much - but pretty comfortable on the starving artist scale.
"Alright, come on up. Second floor, #28 - elevator is broken again, so you might have an easier time without the heels, once we're at the stairs."
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