Who: Jack, Ileana, and Cole What: Have fun? Where: Beginning at BL lobby and ending elsewhere... When: Later, after this Warnings: Swearing, drinking, awkward moodiness?
Since they didn't agree on a place, Jack dressed in his standard Saturday night club uniform: designer jeans and designer shirt, both tastefully faded to be tastefully comfortable and still tastefully hint at money. He probably screamed L.A., he realized, and he made a mental note to get a personal shopper to help him pick up a few things for his time in NYC.
Finished, he trotted down the stairs to the lobby to wait for Jack and Cole. Cole's email made him think that he and Ileana were going toward the dating route and Jack felt a small pang of disappointment. The girl was cute and seemed fun; the way his life was going these days, he needed a little more fun. He wasn't scoring real well recently; and he grinned at his bout of self-pity. Another reason, then, to hit the strip club: he could guarantee himself some sympathetic attention there.