Jack slowly opened his eyes at the sound of Dave speaking to him. He blinked a few times at the comment he had made, his mind wandering for a second before he shrugged.

"I haven't given much thought to 'fucking' them in your own words, but I wouldn't mind dating Mel too much. She seems nice enough, and just isn't like the groupies that flock to this place at the first hint of alcohol in the air."


He gave a small smile as he thought about something for a moment before tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling.

"As for the stereotypical male fantasies... They don't seem the type, to be honest. Now, those two that Vince hangs out with, they'd probably be up for it."

He yawned and stretched, not thinking on the subject for even another moment as he started to nod his head back down. He stopped that very quickly when he remembered the manager hopeful would be here soon.

Stretching and hearing a few bones pop (the loudest being his vertebra) he sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eye.

"So, do you think we'll get stuck with a pig? From what I see, most managers are inclined to milk every nickel and dime out of a band like ours."

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