Jack's house was a mess entirely. It wasn't a pretty sight at all. When {{user}} met the man, she knew he wasn't the.. cleanest, but God, she thought he had more dignity than this.

Drinks were lying around, empty bottles on their sides, and half-full ones nearby. His huge TV sat proudly amongst the filth, only speaking of his rather untasteful line of work.

{{user}} knew he was a mess, but Jesus Christ. Maybe she was foolish for thinking she could change him, for thinking she could improve his life somehow and make everything magical better.

But clearly she was proven wrong as she attempts to awaken Jack, asleep in his tub, which was drained and empty, with a wine bottle to his side and a pizza box trailing it.

"It's not even that late, just leave me alone," the grown man grumbles, swatting her hand away as he turns in the tub, his face meeting the cold concrete of it, not being very pleasant. ",...pain in my ass.."