Joe clenched his jaw, of course, this just had to happen. He was finally on a date with Ella! It was going smoothly, they were joking, laughing, and the sexual tension. He tried not to groan into the phone as Ethan rambled on.
"I'm sorry man, I was just ringing through a customer and next thing you know.. boom, lights out, till out, everything,"
"No, no it's fine, I'll be there, and don't worry- I'll pay you for the hours your missing," Joe reassured, finally handing up the phone with one last groan. "Why can I not just have one thing," Joe mumbled to himself, fixing his shirt before turning and slowly making his way over to her. He gave her, his signature Joe smile, "I'm really sorry.. it's just, somethings come up at the shop, and- I'm the only one that can deal with it," he breathed. "I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you!" He called out, rushing out of the bar.
He jogged slightly, picking up his pace. If Evan had something to do with this, he didn't need him getting out. It just couldn't happen. "It's fine, good.. patient guys get all the girls right," he mumbled to himself as he attempted to run. Though the stitch in his left kidney told him that wasn't a good idea.
"Oh god.. so out.. of shape-" he breathed. Finally reaching Mr Mooneys and pulling the spare key from his back pocket. Jiggling the locker open until he got inside. 'Ethan was right, this place is darker then Satan's ass crack,'
He sighed, grabbing a flash light from behind the counter and grabbing the key to the basement, opening the door and jogging down the stairs, for now he would ignore Evans presence. He completely bypassed the cage, not that he could see into it anyways, heading straight for the fuse box, putting the flash light handle into his mouth before flicking several switches.
'Ethan, I have a feeling you blew the box by trying to connect your loud ass speakers again..'
Joe smoothed down his shirt before throwing the torch into a nearby desk, turning swiftly and giving the cage, and Evan a quick glance. Joe was about to take the first step up the flight of stairs when he stopped.
'What. The fuck. Was that.'
Joe stared into space for a moment before blinking, turning slowly and eyeing the cage, his mouth dropping slightly,
"No! No-no-no!" Joe groaned, his slow walk becoming a fast airy one as he pressed his hands against the glass, "what have you done?!" He breathed, Mr Mooneys priceless early 18th century chair had been completely destroyed, Mr Mooney would freak!.
"Do you have any idea the value of that- oh my god," Joe whined, pushing himself off the glass. The vein in his forehead becoming prominent. The arm was in pieces and the dark green fabric, that had been perfectly preserved for so long was completely torn.
Joes breathing became tense, and angry, he moved to the table at the corner of the room, grabbing a small knife and unlocking the cage door. But stopped just short of opening it, "you try anything, and I'll kill you," Joe wanted, holding the knife out as he closed the door behind him, his eyebrows dropping at the sight of the chair, "god I'm in so much trouble for this-" he muttered, picking up the chair, the knife only loosely between his and and the other arm of the chair.
