Training had just finished, it was tiring, per usual. He decided to go to a bar with Rob McClanahan, Mike Ramsey, and Mark Johnson. He sighed, drinking heavy whiskey as his friends drank, laughed, talked, and rated girls as they passed.

"Dudee...look at that blonde chick over there, the brown eyed one in the grey dress. She's cute ain't she?" One of them whispered, causing the others to nod a little. "Yea..not my type though, definitely yours... Hey, what about you O'Callahan? Anyone catching your eye?" One of them asked him.

O'Callahan hesitated, giving them a bit of a glare. "Not my type." He muttered. In reality, Jack didn't even look at the girls, he was too busy reading through every alcohol available, because he just wasn't in the mood. He was annoyed.