The Big Apple
Stumbling up the last flight of steps to his tiny apartment, his hands full of groceries from the neighborhood bodega. He fumbled with his keys and opened up the door to the one bedroom Greenwich Village apartment that he shared with two other men. It was a bit cramped, though Georgio and Solomon were happy sharing the bedroom, leaving Sam to sleep on the broken futon in the living room. It wasn't a bad deal, since his lack of privacy and personal space translated into paying less rent. Especially in a month like the last one, where two of his paying gigs fell through, one by the playwright fleeing the country with the payroll, and another one where the financial backer of a commercial was arrested during rehearsal for being a drug dealer. New York City was a fun town that way.
He shut the door with his foot, and carried the grocery sacks to the kitchette, having to turn to the side since the bags held to his side made him too wide to fit into the small space.
"Sol?? Gee??" He called out for his roommates, to warn them that he was home. When you lived with other people with paper thin walls, it was important not to sneak up on people. Especially since Solomon and Georgio had fallen in love and became a couple. Sam honestly expected them to kick him out any day now so they could have the place to themselves. Until then, though, he tried to make himself useful by cooking dinner occasionally. It was a cheap dinner, spaghetti and homemade garlic bread, but it might guilt them into letting him stay until he could actually earn more money in a week than a teen girl did who babysat once a week.
No answer from his roommates. So he had the place to himself for a little while at least. He was surprised that both guys were gone this early in the afternoon. Solomon was a DJ and Georgio was a Club Kid. Still, he couldn't complain about the privacy for a change.
He started dinner.
