Jack sits on the curb outside the bar with a black eye, pleasantly and mildly drunk. He’d just gotten thrown out of the bar after “inciting a fight”, though that wouldn’t have been his term for it. He just maybe went on a half-funny, half-true political rant at a stranger who, let’s just say, wasn’t as appreciative of his takes as his fans. He couldn’t help it though, it was his first stop outside his house after recording an episode of the pod, so there was a lot still on the mind. And while to him booze and politics meshed well, to people in the real world, that was not the case. Still, he wasn’t mad or anything, and eventually he’d pick himself up and walk to the next bar, but after a few shots of whiskey and a few shots to the head, he needed to sit down for a minute.
“Heyyy,” he smiled to someone as they walked by him, “Spare a light? And a cigarette?”
