1 can of cherry coke

[knightofthedead]

[there was a reason they called it the graveyard shift - nobody was there but the dead people. Jon had always preferred it that way, and he'd had a pretty productive night... even if work in the second-smallest city in Connecticut wasn't exactly jumping. it was still good work, and steady work - everybody died, after all - and even if it was 3 am by the time he got to his apartment door, it was a good time to come home. he pulled off his leather jacket and swung the door open without even really thinking about it....]

Run for the hills, Dammit! The gestapo returns! You better not have got in the trash again, you little fuzzy bast--

[as the rest of you already know, this is not his apartment. it's the tower lobby, which is decidedly more spacious and less cluttered.]

WhaFUCK?

[come say hi to the squishy new redheaded human in his white blazer and jeans? you know you want to]