Phoenix & Slicc

After climbing the long flight of stairs, movers Phoenix and Slicc let out a collective sigh. In front of them, yet another room of clutter. The place was filled with old boxes, furniture, books, clothes...and it all had to be moved somehow. It looked like this job would never end! An attempt was made, at least. Phoenix and Slicc are by no means weak, but they were sweaty, worn, descriptions of which could be applied to their ragged jeans and ribbed T's, as much as applied to their toned, strained muscles. They'd been lifting heavy objects since before dawn, when the sun came up over the city, and now it was after sundown. Their arms ached, and so did their legs; they felt sore everywhere except for where they wanted to feel most, down below. "I need some motivation to get moving," Phoenix said with a sly smirk. He laid his body down across the stairwell, effectively blocking Slicc from climbing back towards their job.