The rest of the hectic day had drug on either behind the computer screen or moving around once at a road block. The data all showed everything was perfectly inside of the normal. Hell the data showed the machine had ran gloriously, until some random explosion came out of it somewhere.<br/>As if it was something outside of the machines fault.<br/>" Someone purposely blew this up... who would throw a monkey-wrench into something that damn expensive...?" The thinking out loud mixed with emotions.<br/>Slowly his mind would come to possible company rivals, disgruntled employees or even former employees.<br/>Next came the obvious, another groan before getting up to move around his apartment and do something away from what frustrated him.<br/>After putting a few dishes away and bagging some trash that would be dropped down the small incinerator shoot, Steven came to move to the middle of his living room floor. Twelve by ten was rather expansive to him, and perfect room for the male to drop to the front-leaning-rest position. From there Mr. Gosser would do a few light calisthenics while always switching back to do at least ten push-ups.<br/><br/>Once winded and coming to stand the ring of his door bell came to fill the room.  Not in his jumpsuit, having disrobed that hours ago, the tech was now in a tank top and pair of cargo-shorts.<br/>Wondering if it was Allen his supervisor coming to complain about something or perhaps someone higher who knew he had stolen the data, let alone a few other ideas all came to mind.<br/>" Hello?" Steven came to call out while moving towards the kitchen counter where his still holstered pistol sat.<br/>" Hey man, it's drinking night... come on... you know the entire city will be hoping after this afternoon's fireworks show!" It was Phil and he happened to be in a Hawaiian shirt that looked like 'Walt Disney' threw up on.<br/>The visual of him came over the doorway's camera, while he motioned and spoke his concern of wanting to go drink.<br/>Pressing the hand icon on the door, it'd slide open as the aluminum finish gleamed from the light in the area behind Phil.<br/><br/>" You're still not ready?!" Phil looked shocked, while Steven moved back to his room to shut down the computer and his pad.<br/>" Look, I was at the wreck, I'm first responder certified remember?" Gos would continue while moving to get a shirt to put on over his tank-top.<br/><br/>"All the more reason to go... just get your ass washed, I'll try not to scoop up all the ladies..." Moving with the hint that Phil might have 'pre-gamed' before walking towards the bar, Steven shook his head knowing if he didn't go some form of questions and harassment would come from his co-workers.<br/>It had been a long damn day and he really should pull his head away from the crassness that had filled it.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">--------------------------------------------------------​</div><br/>About an hour would pass before Steven would be standing in the door way of the most lively bar so close to Conway Tech.<br/>The town was simple to navigate and easier at times to walk then trying to drive.<br/>The young tech found Phil, Rose and Lindsy sitting with others from his section while they lightened the mood. Not to many from their crew had been injured and the few that did where lucky enough to be out and drinking with them.<br/>Though 'Gos' was always the quiet one, yet listening and speaking when something came up.<br/>Now he stood with cleaner skin, a silver button up shirt covered in random red and black tribal pattern and a pair of slacks. Work boots still sticking out from underneath, but old habits where hard to kill.<br/><br/>Wondering if he should have his second day off start with a hang-over, Part of him came to question the idea of getting a real drink while near the bar. At that time he was downing more of the chem-hydration drinks that would make modern day Gatorade look like salt-water.<br/>While sitting there the thoughts of once more, 'who would want to damage the prototype' came to mind.