After things had settled down at the bar Travis grabbed an apron and put it on. Then he grabbed a bus-bucket and started to walk around the bar picking up empty bottles and glasses along with plates and bowls. This was part of the night on his normal days of work that he liked, things would slow down and he could clean up while listening to music. But seeing the spike in sales he figured that this wasn't going to be the last rush of the night. No matter he still wanted to clean up the place before the next rush. As he walked throughout the bar cleaning up he walked over to the pool table area and stopped. Travis remembered that he used to come here and play pool for a few hours just to get away from his father, it was the best time that he had growing up. He became good friends with the owner and was allowed to even stay well into the night even though he was underage, the condition was that he couldn't order anything to drink, not even soda and he wasn't supposed to talk to any of the customers if he could help it. They were some odd requests but to maintain a place of safety he followed those rules, it wasn't like he wasn't used to rules and these ones were easier to follow. Once Travis snapped out of his daze from someone calling to him telling him to take a break, he walked to the back and placed the dishes in the sink.
After getting back from his break Travis went directly behind the bar as the next rush of customers came in, he was thankful that he was busy that way he didn't have time to think about his brother being there. But as the rush died down just as quickly as it came Travis' mind started back up once again. "Hey Travis, every things pretty much finished up. You can head home if you like" his boss called to him as he walked up and turned off their open sign. Travis turned around and looked out at the bar, there was still some cleaning to be done and to put the chairs up not to mention the dishes. He shrugged his shoulders not really wanting to go home just yet. "I'll close up tonight. You can go on home to your wife" his boss looked at him funny. "Are you sure?" He asked before he headed to his office "Yea, I'm sure she's dieing to spend time with you" "Very true. Thanks Travis, I owe you" he said and grabbed his coat heading out the door.
Travis locked the door behind his boss and then turned to the empty and dirty bar. "No, thank you" he said to himself and started cleaning up all the trash and placing the chairs on the tables as he went by. He was trying to run through everything in his head that he could say to his brother or do for his brother but he would always come up with trying to piss him off. It was kind of like habit, he wanted to do all the things he could to his brother that he did to him or at least get even and make his brother feel as he did now. Travis took one more look around the bar and was satisfied at how clean it was and made his way back to the bar to get started on all the glasses. It was nearing 4 and he still had a pile of dishes to do 'Well no sleeping for me' he thought to himself and turned up the music in the bar so that he wouldn't fall asleep.
By the time Travis finished up with his work it was already five in the morning. He yawned once again on his walk home and was glad that his temporary residence wasn't that far from his work, unless he was thinking too much which resulted in him taking forever to get to his job. He walked up to the front door and unlocked it, Lolita was there at the door to greet him with a soft meow. He leaned down and petted the top of her head and moved on into the kitchen. Travis flicked on the light and walked over to the coffee pot, it was going to take a lot of caffeine to keep him awake today cause going to bed right now would only result in him sleeping away the day. He sat down at the bar and watched the coffee machine brew though he knew doing that didn't make it go any faster "Meow" he looked down and his cat was there at his feet so he picked her up and placed her on his lap, his eyes wandered about the room wondering if his brother was asleep or just out of the house. Though that thought only lasted a few seconds when his eyes landed on something, Travis carefully placed Lolita back down on the floor and walked over to the small table in the kitchen.
Travis ran a hand over the book and noticed that there was some dust on the book and then his eyes wandered over the words, each sentence that he read, he could feel his blood start to boil. After reading only a few pages Travis chucked the book down the hallway and was rewarded with a pleasant thud "Asshole" he screamed not realizing how loud he actually was and by this time Lolita had bolted out of the kitchen. Travis was seething, how could any man document how sick he was?