Brisk! 

That was a great word to describe the fucking temperature as Sal inched His way slowly out from under His warm covers, His eyes gradually adjusting to the brightness forcing its way through His apartment window. He stretched mightily, and the solitary blanket He had thrown over Him fell partially to the floor.

He yawned and rubbed the sleep from His eyes as He stumbled across the small living area to the tiny washroom beyond, flicking the light on and turning the shower on full-blast and hot as hell. He stood and took a piss while waiting for the water to get hot, the room quickly filling up with steam, fogging the small mirror, and billowing out into the living room.

He stepped out of yesterdays clothing, which He'd not gotten out of before He fell asleep the night before, and stepped into the steaming hot shower, the water running down over His well-muscled body, leaving trails as it streaked down till reaching the drain below. He stood there for a bit, warming Himself up, enjoying the heat and relaxing.

His mind wandered as He stood there, thinking about the buildings He'd looked at yesterday, wondering if one of them would make a good business, as He'd been pondering starting one in LA.  Maybe a studio, or a place to record music. He'd had more than one idea, but maybe something would come to Him if He saw the right building. 

His mind snapped back to reality as He grabbed a towel, stepping from the shower, drying Himself and getting His cloths on quickly, fearing the chill in the apartment might send Him scurrying for His warm blanket again. He grabbed a cup and poured some cold coffee from a pot that was at least a day old, if not more, slugging it back like a champ and grimacing slightly at the taste. He should probably get someone in here to get this place cleaned up. Maybe He'd have Mari and ShayD help Him later.

For now, He was off to check out an old warehouse in Savannah, hoping to think of something to turn it into, if it was the right price. Everything had it's price, but given the right circumstances, a good front business, could very well make some legit cash, while behind the scenes, an underground one could make a fortune. It was time to head out and see some more of these buildings. Sal pulled His boots on and grabbed His jacket on the way out, lighting a smoke before closing the door and locking it behind Him.