11/30 — Campus

Jack trudges into the shared dorm, not bothering into takes his jacket or shoes off. After slamming the door he tosses his keys and wallet on the small table next to the door, taking a swig from the vodka bottle in his other hand. He takes a seat on the couch, putting his hand over his eyes and letting out a long sigh.

He’s had a bad day.

Soon the sound of footsteps interrupts his thoughts. He looks up, seeing your familiar figure approaching the back of the couch. “Jack?”

He doesn’t respond.