Visiting the Paradise Club. [for naughty_tess]
ooc: A few days after this. As much as Michael hates that an NPC is taking over his journal with this particular post (especially this NPC), it seemed like the most logical place for it.
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For the first time in months, as Jack made his way into the Paradise Club, he started to feel like himself again. For one night he wouldn't have to worry about being spotted (thank god for crowded clubs), and all he'd concentrate on would be the beautiful women that were performing. Specifically, he was going to concentrate on one particular beautiful woman; the one whose information he had reviewed countless of times on his way to the club and, more importantly, the woman that would help him get to Michael in a way that nothing else could.
Since he knew well enough that he had to play his cards right, for now Jack was playing a role. He didn't show any interest in anyone in particular, and he seemed friendly enough so that he could be approached.
Loosening his tie, as if he had just gotten off of work and had come to the club on a whim, Jack walked over to the bar so he could get something to drink. It was going to be a good night, and he already wanted to celebrate it even if it was barely starting.
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For the first time in months, as Jack made his way into the Paradise Club, he started to feel like himself again. For one night he wouldn't have to worry about being spotted (thank god for crowded clubs), and all he'd concentrate on would be the beautiful women that were performing. Specifically, he was going to concentrate on one particular beautiful woman; the one whose information he had reviewed countless of times on his way to the club and, more importantly, the woman that would help him get to Michael in a way that nothing else could.
Since he knew well enough that he had to play his cards right, for now Jack was playing a role. He didn't show any interest in anyone in particular, and he seemed friendly enough so that he could be approached.
Loosening his tie, as if he had just gotten off of work and had come to the club on a whim, Jack walked over to the bar so he could get something to drink. It was going to be a good night, and he already wanted to celebrate it even if it was barely starting.