➥ location: o'shea's ➥ timestamp: wednesday evening ➥ status: closed starter for @elijahfalvey
The clock on the wall radiated judgement, its hands pointed at seven-fifteen like an accusation. Jack averted his eyes and polished off his beer, then slid the glass over to join its twin at the side of the table. Dregs of foam still clung to their insides, slowly dribbling down to pool at the bottom. If he left now, he could still make it. Forty-five minutes left. And yet, as he hauled himself up from his seat it wasn't to head out the door, it was to make another beeline to the bar. Only two feet from the table did he stop, turning at the sound of another man's greeting, and found Elijah heading his way.
"Oh, hey man." Hands shoved in his pockets, he tried to clear his expression of any guilt that might betray him there. It only half worked. He still felt like a kid getting caught skipping class. "Been a while."
