215: Friday Night
After the fashion show, Jack had been extremely reluctant to return the costume. Anything that garnered such a postitive reaction? He wanted to keep. But all his sad looks and charming smiles had been to no avail, and he was back in his room, wearing jeans instead of tight white pants. Still shrtless, though. (Once a Seawhorse, always a Seahwhorse, after all.)
Lying in the hammock, watching TV and generally lazing around, he was trying to decide if he should find something to do or just stay where he was.
He eyed the phone, but it was all the way on the other side of the room. "Too much effort," he said to the plant. "We'll just stay here and see what happens."
[ooc: for one visitor in particular, but open after that.]
Lying in the hammock, watching TV and generally lazing around, he was trying to decide if he should find something to do or just stay where he was.
He eyed the phone, but it was all the way on the other side of the room. "Too much effort," he said to the plant. "We'll just stay here and see what happens."
[ooc: for one visitor in particular, but open after that.]