The Rabbitt Hole
The silence of the large mansion was disconcerting. Grace was off spending time with the family who'd spent 28 years believing she was their daughter, though he'd retained custody of her, she still had a desire to spend time with the people she'd thought were her parents. He tried not to let her see the wound it created within him, though he was unsure how successful he'd been. And so he was alone within the house, it's vaulted ceilings and large bay windows somehow seemed oppressive. He fled the home he'd had for over 28 years, going to town, to the only place the residents of this place seemed to find themselves. Settling himself in at the bar, he ordered a drink, downing it in one swallow before ordering another.
The air stirred next to him as he found himself joined at the bar. He turned to see the pirate, formerly Killian Jones, now Captain Hook sitting next to him. He'd seen the other man around, rumor had it he was 'involved' with the savior, but Jefferson never had been one to rely strictly on that.
"Captain Hook, what brings you into town, tonight? Doing a rum run, are we?" Jefferson asked the other man as the bartender handed his drink to him.