It had already been a long night by the time she showed up; having had to tend bar for ten hours when one of his staff called in sick. On top of that Jack had been working on reviewing the month's receipts, all while listening to an educational book on tape that he'd have to learn for his GED test. Still as tired as he was Jackie found himself smiling softly when he heard the knock on his door.
In all honesty he hadn't exactly forgotten about the plans he had made with her, but the day had just sort of gotten away from him. So when he held open the door to his loft for her to come in the sight and smell of the pizza actually made his stomach growl. "Damn, good call! Forgot to grab anything to eat at work tonight, so I am fucking starving." With a chuckle he took a step back, allowing her entrance to his place, and he gestured for her to follow.
The place wasn't bad for being a loft apartment stationed above a bar, in fact Mercer dug the fact that work was just a few steps away. However he was glad that the blaring music that usually came from below ha already been lowered to a reasonable level thanks to the late hour. The loft wasn't anything special but it was home to him, and from the size of the television, the expensive sound system and game consoles, and the giant leather sofa...it was clear enough that he likely spent most of his free time in that room. Well all that, and the simple fact that his bong was proudly displayed right there on the living room coffee table...surrounded by all the paper work he had been reviewing.
Jack himself had gazed at her for a moment, smile brightening just a tad at the sight of her. Octavia was beautiful for sure, yet the young man wasn't exactly timid or the shy type. It didn't hurt that he owned and worked in the punk rock/biker dive bar downstairs where the females wore far less on a regular basis. Still as hot as she was it was the smile of hers that caught his focus, and with another chuckle he sat down on the couch before speaking up.
"Grab a seat it ya like. Just need a sec to clear off all this shit..." For a guy wearing a pair of ripped jeans, faded tee shirt, and sporting a cigarette tucked behind his ear Jackie actually looked a lit odd for a moment as he so carefully began to stack up the pile of folders and all the receipts/payroll info. If there was a James Dean of accountants apparently Jack would be him...though at least the bong added a touch more flair to the otherwise mundane stack of forms.