InsaneJournal

Tip On The Tightrope
Who: Jack and Jay
What: Jack's roomie finally arrives, with some choice words for him <3
Where: Apartment 305
When: November 24th, early afternoon-ish
Warnings: Mostly cussing and alcohol verbal abuse XD

It wasn't the early afternoon sun streaming in the living-room windows of Apartment 305 and warming the room that was making Jack marinate in his own sweat as he slept. It was the dehydration and residual nausea and who knew what all that was still in his body from last night's exercise in self-medication. He stirred on the couch where he had finally passed out, long legs pushing past the arm at the other end, a sheet the only thing protecting the vintage rose-brown velveteen upholstery from becoming permanently stained and stinky. Squinting against the light, he groaned and shifted enough to fall off the couch, hitting the hard wood floor with a yelp and a thud. About as dignified a start to the day as could be expected.

"Fuck," he grumbled as he pushed himself to a sitting position, head muddy and throbbing. He felt like hell, and imagined he probably looked about the same in his sweat-stained white wife-beater and worn, filthy jeans. Not that anyone was around to see; it was Thanksgiving, after all, and most everyone seemed to have left in advance of the holiday. 'Most everyone' in this case meaning Kami, who had gone away for the weekend -- a fact he only discovered by accident second-hand. And here things seemed to be going so much better between them. To have her neglect to say anything to him hurt more than he thought it would. Hence the self-medication.

Oh well, no sense in wallowing. Slowly Jack got to his feet and shuffled across the cluttered living room to the equally-messy kitchen. Collecting a glass tumbler that didn't look too dirty, he checked the open bottles on the counter until he found a half-full bottle of champagne, then went to the fridge and took out the orange juice carton, shaking it to make sure there was still something in there. He dumped everything together in the tumbler, then picked up his drink. "To absent friends," he stated softly and hoarsely before raising the glass to his lips.

It was truly a testament to how bad a state he was in that he didn't notice the sound of someone fumbling with the front door of the apartment.