The Bar at the End of the Universe

He'd never had his sexual fantasy hand forced by someone who could apparently see his dreams before, and Jack was not entirely sure he liked it. At all. In fact, he was sort of nervous going upstairs to his and Julien's room. And he wasn't often nervous about anything sex related with Julien. But this. Well.

He got to the room and was already blushing when he opened the door, walking in.

"Jules?"

Jack was that guy who was usually seen with someone else. He knew it. He didn't like being alone more often than not, so he wasn't. He'd be in Jules' lap, he'd be sitting by Greg, or he'd be making a new friend by the bar or in some booth enjoying a meal with whomever. Today he sat by himself, eating some fries and looking at the back wall. Did he ever want to see the door that would help him go. He had come down early, arguable too early for fries, and was sitting there rather than waking Julien up. He sat and looked at the wall every now and again, and wondered if he did figure out, if he could tell Greg so he could figure it out, too. He worried about his friend-at the very least, if Jack could figure it out, he could find Ray and tell him what was happening. If Greg's Ray still was out there. There were two Greg's at least, why not two Ray's?

"Might I have some ketchup, dear?" He asked out loud, the bottle appearing in front of him, a glass one. He smiled, "Oh, old fashioned, isn't it? Thank you, love," Jack was on good terms with the bar, really. She seemed nice, beyond the whole keeping him trapped nonsense. He used the ketchup on the edge of his plate to dip his fries in and nodded, "Thank you, dear. And a coke, perhaps?" Once it appeared, Jack smiled, "What a dove. Thank you."

Jack Dent was naked, bent over, and loving it.

Don't get excited, he was just out of the shower at home, drying his hair with his body bent, standing up straight to flip it back, doing it upside down to add more body. Dirty minds. The towel then went around his waist and he took a breath.

"So, I think after dinner we might go out, show one another off, how does that sound?" Jack called to his husband from their bathroom, looking in the mirror and wondering if there were slight bags under his eyes or perhaps it was just the lighting. He shrugged, heading out of the bathroom, "You know, I'll wear something tight, you'll wear nothing at all and-Good lord."

Stumbling back to the door, Jack's eyes went wide as he suddenly was in a bar. A moment of fright struck before he looked down to see he was dressed-looking rather nice, really, nice jeans, nice button up, awfully nice boots-Focus! He looked around himself, eyes narrowing a bit, and he wondered if this was finally some sort of effect brought on by the LSD he had done years and years ago now coming back to haunt him. How could he not remember getting dressed and eating and leaving and...

"Wait a moment. Jules?" Now there was proper fear, Jack glancing around, trying to find his husband, peeking back through the door he came through to see a ladies washroom, getting a surprised scream from a woman that caused him to stumble back again in surprise. All the stumbling he was doing, it wasn't surprising that he fell backwards with a squeak. Jack wasn't graceful all the time, after all.