Game Night
The basement wasn’t usually too busy, and Jacket liked it that way. It made his room a good place to nap in private when he preferred - as opposed to passing out on one of the couches upstairs as sometimes happened. Now he had his own TV, too, something which he hadn’t had in his room at the old safe house.
His room now was far more personalized. Besides the TV and couch, there was a work table, some of his weapons and masks on the wall, a couple neon signs with tropical motifs - namely a flamingo and a palm tree. It was almost irksome how well the zebra skin rug seemed to fit in. Jacket hated it, but it had been there since he claimed the room, and he just had never bothered to throw it out. Maybe eventually he would drop it into Sokol’s room as a little joke.
Or Hoxton’s.
The arcade machine, though, was one of the few things he had spent a decent chunk of money on. A NES was hooked up inside, so he could play any number of classic games on the machine.
Also notable was the rampant population of trash - pizza boxes, soda cans, beer bottles, littered over every available surface. Every now and then Jacket would clear it all out, but before that, it tended to pile up. The room, much like Jacket’s car and apartment and often himself, smelled rather like leftover pizza.
He had dozed off watching television, napping on his couch, mask and all. It was the sudden knocking of someone at his door that finally had him stirring; wood panels boarded up what had previously been a cage wall and door, for a little more privacy, but the cage still rattled noisily when struck. Jacket gazed toward it a moment, then sought out the remote to turn the TV off and lifted from the couch, straightening his mask a bit before moving to get the door.