Jack and OPEN - 8pm
Jack was feeling ravenous again, to the point where he felt like if he ate as much as he wanted to he wouldn't be able to fit into his waistcoat by the end of the night. Oh well, that's what layers were for. He could work his ass off in the gym tomorrow if he needed to, and if They didn't go around fucking things up, as per usual.
He'd gobbled down two breakfast bars after his shower, though forcing himself to stop chewing long enough to trim his facial hair had been a true pain in the fucking ass. Multitasking was a bitch, but in the end it wasn't worth accidentally cutting himself over. He was shoving the last few bits of the second breakfast bar into his mouth by the time he fastened his tie and tugged on the waistcoat. The classy jeans were a good plan, knowing that he'd end up stuffing the yellow fabric around his neck into his pocket once he had a few drinks in him.
Wandering down the stairs, he let the smell of the food guide him. It had been wafting through the house all day, but only now was it truly calling to him like a siren. A cursory glance around the room, and he made an immediate beeline for the tray of plates, his mouth watering at the gorgeous array Daphne had put out. He needed to remember to thank her, but after he'd not-so-delicately stuffed his gullet.