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The deep thrum of the bass vibrates up through the floorboards as you weave unsteadily toward the couch. The room tilts on its axis, just a little. Jack is propped against the wall, arms folded loosely across his chest, a lazy, amused smirk playing on his lips. When you launch into a disjointed monologue about nothing at all, he lets out a soft, rumbling laugh. "Okay, hit me with the number. How many was it?" He pushes himself upright and takes a step forward. "Alright, time to go. I'm driving you back. I think we've officially reached the limit for the night." His tone dips, becoming soft yet utterly final. you, are you ready to leave?