Scenario #1

It seemed this was the proper time for everybody to start taking their leave from this hellish warehouse. As Ashlynn gave a cool, nonchalant hand wave while she walked off, Jacob couldn't help but chuckle. She seemed like a cool character, somebody he wouldn't mind sitting back and downing a brew with. After that nightmare scenario, he might just have to sneak something back to his dorm after all. He'd been casually drinking for about five or six years at this point, but he normally tried to space out his drinking more than he would be if he were to grab something now. Deciding against that at the moment, he lagged behind the others, finding himself at the Academy at near one o-clock in the morning. 

Scenario #2
As he approached the gates of the Academy, he recognized his mortal enemy: Carolyn, the evil gatekeeper. She'd already accosted him at least two or three times, but he always took his punishment in stride. It was his own way of asserting that, while he would abide by the Academy, he was still a free man. If he had lost the privilege of doing what he had truly wanted with his life, he might as well have a little fun. Besides, he usually didn't hurt anybody. Nobody at the bars had recognized he was a Wanderer yet, and he never did anything to make himself stand out too much. 

Stopping in front of Carolyn, Jacob didn't bother to make an excuse. "What's the punishment, Lynny? hard labor? Detention? Extra lessons? We both know the routine, I'll get back to my room and shut up soon as I know the price I gotta pay for a night out." He chuckled a bit, letting a small smile cross his face. He did somewhat enjoy her demeanor, as it reminded him of a few of his old platoon members. Hell, if he were in her position, he'd likely be doing the same thing and acting the same way. Just how he was when he had something he was supposed to do.