Jack had found himself stuck in Overlook Hotel despite his hatred towards the fact of being there. He was an alcoholic, schizophrenic man who was slowly losing his mind to a strange entity at the hotel he wasn’t aware of yet. But he had himself in check for now.

Jack was stood by the bar, which was in the ballroom of Overlook Hotel, a large grin on his face as he faced Lloyd. The bartender.

“I’ll have a Bourbon on the rocks, Lloyd. You know I can’t turn that one down.”

He ordered as Lloyd gave him a small nod in return. Turning to pour his drink while the music played softly. People chatting and dancing around nearby.