Down on His Luck

Brody was down on his luck. His girlfriend of four years had broken things off and he returned to his apartment today to find she, her belongings, and the dog were all gone.

He had no one to talk to about his day as he unbuckled his belt and peeled off his slacks. He threw them next to the door for the laundry, along with his buttoned-down shirt.

He tossed size 16 dress shoes by the door, sat down on a chair, and slowly yanked on a pair of grey jogger sweatpants.

The pant material was soft and comfortable, though it clung a bit tighter these days around his ass and thighs after his relationship with Boo got cozier in the past few weeks.

He sighed deeply, staring at himself in the hallway mirror, then kicked his clothes into the closet with the laundry machine. He had lost his job today, too, and didn't want any reminders.