evelyn and jackson

Who: Evelyn and Jackson
Where: The Drake Hotel - back of restaurant
When: Late-ish Evening

Jackson was in the mood for heavy drinking, and had been all day. Had been since getting beat up on the night he met Eris, actually, but there just hadn't been the time. Upon leaving Jenny's place, he had gone back home, removed his tie (why the hell were ties a thing, anyway? They just got in the way) and plundered the half-bottle of scotch in his cupboard. He took two shots, filled a hip flask, and went walking.

Where he ended up walking to, was the Drake Hotel. Then he walked inside, pulled himself into a fairly secluded table away from the flashy brightness of the gambling (he disapproved highly of gambling) and waited for a waitress, and lord help her if she wasn't pretty. He wanted to get as drunk as he possibly could and not have to think about anything even close to serious. Not Brett, not Danny, not Hollis - none of it. Just for one fucking night.