The fact that the bar was open and loud seemed to have no effect on Keiran's blissful sleep. It had taken him quite some time the night before to actually fall asleep, due to the scribbles (if you could even call them that) between Sam and Jackson in the book he'd found. Did everyone have one? Or just the people that he was lucky enough to meet?
The fact that he'd only gotten mere hours of sleep meant nothing as Jackson startled him awake, Keiran looking around the room frantically as if he thought the large man was in there with him. No... no, the door was just incredibly thin. Had everything he'd read the night before been a dream? He didn't exactly have the time to check...
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled unhappily to the door as if Jackson might hear him, pulling himself up from the bed with exaggerated difficulty. He stretched leisurely and set about the task of dressing himself for work. Picking through the mess of clothes on his floor, he finally found clean, and suitable clothes and pulled them on. He went about the rest of his “starting the day at 6 PM” routine – which, most notably included taking a shot or two – before strolling out into the bar with a contented grin on his face.