Jack looked to Dave for a moment as he gave a grin, taking a bottle of ibuprofen and throwing it his way before he turned to the closet across the way, grabbing a cheeto from a bag in a guy's hand, still passed out. It was quite the life style, to say the least.

"I'm taking one of your hoodies Dave, hope you don't mind."

He didn't wait for a response as he slipped the AC DC hooded sweatshirt on, zipping it halfway up before returning to the living room. He grabbed the small collection of his belonging as he slipped on his boots and jewelry (A pair of dog tags and an old siver ring, a gift from a friend) as well as grabbing his wallet, stuffing it into his pants pockets as he looked around.

Walking into the kitchen, he gave a small salute towards Mel as he opened the fridge, grabbing a sandwich he had hidden behind a can of tomato juice, eating quickly as he drank from a jug of skim milk.

"I'm heading out to the shop, ring me on my cell phone if you need me."

He double checked the bars on his phone as he spoke, nodding to himself before he turned to leave.

"Oh, and don't let Dave kill anyone while I'm gone. Call me before the cops, I don't want any officer killed."

He lifted his hand back in a sign of departure as he walked towards the door, quietly departing before even half of the guests had woken up.

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