Story-A-Day #401: Blasters

BLASTERS

His alarm went off just before 4 am and he instantly swatted a hand to squish out the electronic insect drone of the digital clock.  He let his eyes flutter back shut for a brief moment, then sat abruptly up in bed, throwing aside the tangle of sheets that had wound themselves through his legs overnight.

He slowly swung his feet down to the carpeted floor of the hotel bedroom, and ran a hand through his tangled nest of hair.  A soft groan sounded behind him and he turned to see a leggy blond woman rolling towards the distant wall.  She was beautiful and he found himself smiling slightly in the dull gloom.  Apparently it had been a pretty good night last night.  He pulled the sheets up over the naked length of her back and slowly rose to his feet.

He could still feel the alcohol lingering in his bloodstream.  It would be rough out there, but a shower would take him a long way towards recovery.

He let the tepid water course down over his body, flushing away the night of drinking and the musty whiff of sex that still lingered on his skin.  He spent as long as he could under the flow of water, then turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist.

Twenty minutes later, he was in a diner with the boys plowing through a rich, greasy breakfast.  he had left the blond back at the hotel, snoring gently.  It seemed like the right thing to do, especially since he couldn't remember her name and didn't think that a shake of the shoulder and a "hey you" would be a diplomatic way to end the moment.

They spent the next half hour joking around about the night before and talking about their individual conquests.  He remained quiet through most of it.  He never felt comfortable bragging about his conquests, and the details were all pretty fuzzy anyway.

Finally, the boys were ready to go and they piled into the truck.  He really did love his job.  He wasn't sick or twisted, but he definitely loved blowing things up.  Seeing plumes of dirt and rock soaring through the air was as liberating as anything he knew.

He was a blaster, and he wouldn't have it any other way.