Visiting Jack [late Saturday night/early Sunday morning]
It was late, Mark was bored and Jack had said he could come over and have rum. Was there any way he could turn that down? No. Of course there wasn't. He had $20 in his wallet and manage to scrounge up $5 more. If he'd had more time, he could come up with more, but he wasn't about to wake his parents up and ask them.
He snuck his bike out of the garage, figuring he would either get back before his parents woke up or he would act like he went out for a early-morning ride instead of a run. It seemed like a good plan...he didn't, of course, take into account that he's never ridden his bike after drinking. Ah well.
So now, he shows up at Jack's apartment, knocking tentatively. Somewhere in the back of his head it occurs to him that this might not be the best idea ever. But then, he's sixteen. Sixteen year old boys are not usually known for their great ideas.
He snuck his bike out of the garage, figuring he would either get back before his parents woke up or he would act like he went out for a early-morning ride instead of a run. It seemed like a good plan...he didn't, of course, take into account that he's never ridden his bike after drinking. Ah well.
So now, he shows up at Jack's apartment, knocking tentatively. Somewhere in the back of his head it occurs to him that this might not be the best idea ever. But then, he's sixteen. Sixteen year old boys are not usually known for their great ideas.