“You’re gonna ask me about Maddox now, aren’t ya?” Jack was rightfully plastered- it would be the only time you’d actually be able to get something out of him for once. His voice slurred as he started to speak, “What can I say? That man’s got an ass that could turn any man-” Jack paused, what? “Not that I’m- okay, yeah, look- we only did a couple times but he just knows what he’s doing and...” Jack pressed a frustrated hand to his face, “I don’t know what’s going on. We have fun together, that’s all. How could we not? He’s a city boy that has fun with cameras and shit, I’m quite literally the opposite. How could the sex not be good?” Jack’s eyes widened, “Oh, you wanted to know how I felt about him as a person, ah. And here I thought you wanted to know who topped and who bottomed.” He raised a glass in an invisible ‘cheers’ motion, “Maddox is nice- seriously, he’s a good guy. We don’t talk much, don’t think there’s much time for it. He seems like he’s a pretty independent guy, though. Seems like he knows what he wants from life, knows a good party, always has something nice to say about everything he sees. Speaking of-” Jack glanced down at his phone, happy to now have it back in hand after returning back to Chicago. His eyes widened at the picture attachment, “Will you excuse me? I’ve- uh- I’ve gotta take care of something.”