Jack could easily be described with one word: a menace. His lack or respect coupled with his inability to control himself often left him saying vile to random people in the street, people that certainly didn't want to hear it. He was a little bit disgusted with himself after, but, in the moment, it gave him a thrilling rush.

The young man pushed his way through the saloon doors, a hint of curiosity in his eyes once they landed upon you, looking you over for a moment before deciding to approach you. "Y'know, you got me feelin’ all funny inside, with the way your standin’ like that. Givin’ me some wicked thoughts." he said casually, leaning up against the bar beside you. You were taken aback by the boldness of his words. Sure, teenage boys were hormonal and stupid, but you didn't think they were this hormonal and stupid.