Jack had finally settled into his apartment after the big move back to college after the summer. He was exhausted, but not physically, because of course he’d hired a team of movers to move all his stuff. He hated moving more than anything, so he definitely wasn’t about to do it himself. All he wanted at this point was a good cocktail. Figuring other people would probably be at the bars by now, he headed to the one closest to him, close enough to walk, which would be good for the end of the night when he’d had a bit too many. As he walked in, he realized there was a decent level of crowd here, and made his way to the bar, bypassing looking around for anyone he knew. Jack figured anyone he knew would come up to him, thus taking the work out of socializing for him. “Glass of Glenlivet, on the rocks,” he said to the bartender, without meeting his eyes, and turned around to face the crowd while he waited for his drink.
