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[Oh, look. The feed's turned on its side, recording what seems to be a hazy sort of nightclub slash bar slash cabaret slash Seedy Place, and there's Jack with a shotglass just off-center of the screen. The only light comes from the tables and the bar, and he's looking up, openmouthed, as a pair of legs walk by on it in a pair of stilettos.]
...that's indecent.
[He says, helpfully, smiling brightly at whoever it is and tipping his seat so far back that he crashes to the floor, out of sight of the camera. It topples over, screen going black.]
Wasn't I supposed to give her my jacket? [He sounds muffled. And drunk.] But she looks cold. [A pause.] She's not? No, 'm not intoxicated, this isn't distracting me one bi- oh, oh my goodness, please put your clothes ba- [It's choked off, and the feed cuts.]
[ooc: Jack is drowning his sorrows and failures ;~; feel free to run into him at...wherever he's at.]
...that's indecent.
[He says, helpfully, smiling brightly at whoever it is and tipping his seat so far back that he crashes to the floor, out of sight of the camera. It topples over, screen going black.]
Wasn't I supposed to give her my jacket? [He sounds muffled. And drunk.] But she looks cold. [A pause.] She's not? No, 'm not intoxicated, this isn't distracting me one bi- oh, oh my goodness, please put your clothes ba- [It's choked off, and the feed cuts.]
[ooc: Jack is drowning his sorrows and failures ;~; feel free to run into him at...wherever he's at.]