Jack laughed and Joy looked ready to explode. He'd probably get shit service for the next few days but he knew how to make her happy again. Even if it wasn't sex - he was the one to supply her with the weed she liked to sneak during breaks.
Wrapping an arm around Johanna's waist he steered her towards the Mocha doors and then down to his tiny little staff apartment.
"Home sweet home," he said, letting her in, and pointing across what was basically one room to the end of the bed that could be seen just behind an oriental screen. It was one of those low platform beds and was covered with the one luxury Jack allowed himself - the softest cotton sheets you've ever seen and an equally soft blanket for those times the chill crept in.