Jack yawned as he flushed the toilet, pulling out his earphones and turning off his Zune as he opened the bathroom door, looking at the carnage that was the crash pad. Stepping over a half naked girl, he walked to the master bedroom, the source of the screaming of breakfast food. He was more of an egg person, but it was the thought that counted.

Jack was a tall figure, standing roughly 6'3 with a skinny but muscular complex, with long brown hair that came down past his shoulders. He currently wore a black tank top and white camo cargo pants, his boots lying safe beneath a couch with the rest of his valuables, beneath a floor board. One thing he had learned quickly in his life style was to always hide the boots. People had a nasty habit of throwing up in them, otherwise.

Walking into view to find no eggs, nor bacon, he was slightly dismayed. Shrugging, he leaned against a wall as he smiled towards Mel, scratching his scalp, his long brown hair moving back and forth from the motions.

"What's up, Mel? I suspected you to be out for at least another 4 hours."

He had met Mel a while back, and she had seemed like a nice enough girl. Granted, she had her flaws, but who didn't? The important thing was that her demons hadn't taken her completely.

Walking up past 3 men passed out amidst a deck of playing cards, he sat on a chair as he tilted his head, looking up at her.

"By the looks of things, you had too much to drink. Want me to make my sobriety cocktail for you? I figured this would happen again, so I have an extra bottle in the fridge."

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