~Jacks Pov~

Walking around it seems to not be my home, it's more like a hotel, a mirror sat still on the bathroom sink reflection my messy hair, I then realise I'm only in my boxers, I blush and think to myself,
'Ok, what the heck, I don't remember much but I do remember I had clothes on before I went to sleep!'
Jack head to the bedroom and put some trousers on, his phone rings, it's Felix, with his trousers around his ankles he shuffles to his phone and answers, a friendly voice is surprised and happy to hear he picked up.
F = Felix
J = Jack

F: Dude! You are awake!
J: yeah... *yawn*
F: Did you get my texts? How do you feel?
J: I got your texts... And I feel like shit, what the fuck happened?
F: Are you sure you wanna know?
J: ...Yes?
Felix tells Jack what happened, there was no response on the other send in the line...
F: Jack??.. Ummm, Jack? You there?
Jack ends the call, almost in tears, he sits on the bed throwing his trousers across the room, Jack crossed his legs and lent his elbows on his thighs and put this head in his hands, and cries.
'Jack, you drunken bitch!' He yells to him self, Jack slowly getting off the bed and put on his trousers and fixed his hair in the mirror, the phone rings again, Jack wipes his foggy eyes to see Felix is trying to call him, he leaves it to ring and looks through the mess on the floor for a shirt, he wipes his wet hands on his trousers while picking up his shirt and putting it on, Jack tidies the bed and room, and looks around the living room, it was tidy... A distant knocking at the door came, Jack thought it was Felix and shouted 'go away!' He ran to his room, shut the door with a slam and locked the door, he jumped on his bed and cried...