Re: First Floor
Jack was never one to turn down a party especially one that would be a potentially amazing as the one that had a gentleman's club on the second floor. Not that Jack frequented gentlemen clubs, thank you, but that didn't mean he wasn't at least the tiniest bit curious. So, when Bunny had given him a call - what possessed him to give her his number was beyond him - to let him know that she and Luke were going, well, that meant he needed to make an appearance.
Now. Jack was a fan of theme parties. So much so that there may or may not be a box in his bedroom devoted to costumes for just such occasions. Costumes that may or may not come into play regardless of whether or not there were theme parties. But that was neither here nor there. So, as Jack made his entrance, he made sure to dress to impress. Life was a cabaret, and Jack was the emcee.
Imagine his surprise when he ran into his friends, both eighteen years old, and seeing everything entirely wrong with their attire. Jack was disappointed. Surely, someone had told Luke this was a Cabaret themed party, right? Why in the hell wasn't he taking advantage of it. Plastering on a sinful smirk, he slipped his arms around the necks of his two friends. "I feel like we're going to need a lot of alcohol tonight."