Room 308, Friday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was up half the night Thursday scrubbing pink dye out of his hair. After the fifth go at it with shampoo and a quick self-administered trim to a few scraggly bits that had absorbed more than their fair share of the dye, it was all but back to normal, with just a few blush-tinted strands around his ears.

This was, in his eyes, an essential first step.

After a call to Tony and a nap, he woke up and started to pack. Rationally, he knew he was not the first person to have something odd and embarrassing happen to him -- a love spell, or whatever it had been. He wasn't even the first person to waste time chasing after a straight guy. (And bless Mitchell and Kate for trying to talk sense into him, for all the good it had done.) But he still needed the brief escape of a respite with Sebastien to get him centered in his own head.

He packed quickly and neatly, door cracked open as usual so he could watch the motion in the hallway.

[OOC: Open if you need a Jack!]

Comments

[bitten_notshy]

"... who was the father?"

Certain questions had to be asked.

[vanillajello]

"Jason Stackhouse."

A vague bit of shame in that, although mostly because of the other things she'd written, or almost written.

[bitten_notshy]

"You could have done worse." Jack didn't really know Jason, but he was nice-looking.

[vanillajello]

"I know, there was just other embarrassing stuff involved. I think." She ran a hand through her hair. "Anyway, it was just weirdness, and it's all over, thank God."

[bitten_notshy]

"Thank God, until next time," Jack said. "Thank you for checking on me."

[vanillajello]

"Hey, I have to keep an eye on what happens on this floor. Can't have anyone screwing up the awesome," Kate said. "Glad to have you back among the sane. And now, I'll continue on my quest for breakfast."