@ncghtshifts ; dom's place
jack didn't know what time it was when he woke up with his phone dead in his hand. things he did remember: a dizzy car ride, taylor swift songs blaring from speakers that sounded distant and angry, names on a screen sliding by in a carousel gone rogue. the light streaming through a bent and crooked window blind was practically burning a hole into his cornea as he sat rubbing a temple, other elbow propping him into a half sit. dom's couch, he realized quickly, patting the felt beneath him. a slow, controlled inhale. the front door to his left was open before he could finish an exhale, breath extinguishing in a loud puff. "oh, wow. hey. uh." their reunion had gone smoother in his head. his breath hadn't been 95% svedka. "think dom's out running errands."
