Who: Jack and Evie Where: Jack's Room When: Mid-morning
Jack was still staving off all the internal whining from both being in the kitchen and being hungry when they snuck their way back up to his room, loaded with goodies. The smell of cooking had only made it worse, particularly when he'd had to bite his tongue to keep from giving the guy at the stove any suggestions for how to make his food better. He needed to stop that. People could cook however the hell they wanted, and most knew exactly what they liked. But god, he'd wanted to just step in and take over and cook until the mood in the house faded away to nothing. Once again, he fought off this thought with the fact that all this shit was probably something a few good meals wasn't going to fix, but was quickly counter by a tiny voice in him screaming but food fixes EVERYTHING!
"Lucy, I'm hooome." He nudged his bedroom door open with his hip, the two six-packs of beer hanging from his hands. It opened into the small seating area, with a small black couch, two matching ottomans that fit easily under the twin side tables to conserve space, a minifridge, and massive flat screen tv with a built-in dvd player resting on the partial wall that separated it from the rest of the room. A tiny t-shirt perched on a hanger at the corner of the partial wall, a souvenir from his trip to Cassi's with Daphne and Evie a few days earlier. He'd kept it together after finding it, and during the whole trip back to the house, only to break down for a solid half hour once he was alone and unpacking the gym bag full of new clothes. He was getting used to it now, his gaze lingering there once in a while as he questioned whether or not to hide it away in the closet. He wouldn't. Having some small part of Isaiah there helped as much as it hurt.
The faint smell of his shower that morning greeted them from the bathroom, giving the room a slightly sweet and musky scent that made it feel more like this place was his. It also made him ponder whether or not he should have left the fan on a little longer.
"I think I might still have a few cold beers in the mini fridge. I only keep that and water in there," he relayed as he stepped over to the small appliance, resting both packs of beer on top before peering inside. "Got three bottles of each. Want anything?"