Who: Jackson, Keiran and Sam What: Jackson, Kerian and Sam talk about their journals and... chat. Where: Hondo's bar When: June 19, late night Rating: PG-13 Status: Incomplete
Jackson walked into Hondo's around six and the bar was already doing pretty good business. It was the after work crowd mixed in with some dinner crowd (as much as the people considered drinking their dinner) which would eventually give way to regulars and locals with some tourists scattered in there.
He could never tell this early on if he was going to have fun later but right then he didn't really care. Jackson had been all but whistling since he'd woken late in the morning. He'd looked in the papers for an apartment, had lunch, did some laundry then came to work but while his body had been in motion, his mind had been far from his actions. His thoughts had been consumed with Ginny and to some extent the journal entry he'd found in response to his. So. Keiran did have a journal. And someone named Sam.
Frowning, he walked over to the little room - a closet really - that was Keiran's... living space, and knocked on the door. No one responded so Jackson pounded hard on the door. "Keiran! Your shift starts in ten minutes, you might wanna wake up," he shouted through the thin wood.