Who: Jack, Kiley, and whoever else might wander into the kitchen for some b-fast. What: Fooooooood Where: The mansion kitchen When: 9:30ish
Say what you would about the situation as a whole, but that kitchen was a thing of beauty. Jack had lingered there, perhaps a little too long, the day before while everyone else figured out what the hell they were doing. A hell of a lot of good that had done for them. He'd taken stock of the appliances, and what food there was to be found. A lot it turned out. He'd eaten fairly minimally the day before, the tension in the place making it difficult to relax and enjoy much of anything, but he was feeling at least a little better this morning. In fact, part of him was a little excited. It had been so long since he'd had the chance to work in a proper kitchen, not since he'd left the restaurant.
Biggest mistake of his life.
The situation certainly wasn't much better today, but at least they all had a very small idea of what was happening. Until...whoever it was...decided they were going home, they were all stuck there. That at least meant that they were all in the same boat. That meant they weren't alone. The fact that there was also a seemingly unified feeling of "fuck those guys!" helped a hell of a lot. He was still trying to learn names, but he imagined that would come in time. Depending on how long they were all stuck here, anyway.
He'd taken a shower that morning, but the refreshing feeling only lasted until he'd moved to put his clothes back on. The distinct scent of beer and tequila was even more evident now, but overall he hoped he smelled a little better than he had yesterday. He felt fairly confident navigating the main areas of the house now, and the tone of everything felt different than it had before. He could hear people talking, typing, moving around in various places. It was tense, it was alert, but it was alive.
"Morning, beautiful," he murmured, stepping barefoot across the cool floor until he noticed the contents of the sink, scrunching his face. He'd been in enough bar bathrooms to recognize the faint smell of was it was, and took a moment to more thoroughly clean it. With nerves as high as they'd been yesterday, something like that couldn't really be much of a surprise, could it?
With that finished, he made toward the coffee maker. First things first.