A Very Silent Night

[Kenzie Mercer]

A very silent night Kenzie'S   RV Tag: Jack

The night had started out well without a sound to be heard. She'd fallen asleep quickly without a moment more to spare, and her dreams hadn't been bad ones. She could've gone for hours more. But the morning had different plans. It woke her up with a "bang!"  Which meant it soon came with a bark, and she had no choice anyways.

"Buddy shut up!" She protested but it was in vain. The big dog was by the door, so she rolled out of bed with a groan. Only one person came to mind that would bother her at this time. So she went to the window instead and cracked it open just a tad. Shirtless or not, she was intent to make the sound stop.

"What do you want Jack?" She called, rubbing her eyes. She took the visit with a grain of salt, and thanked herself for locking the door.

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[Jack McCarthy]

….How does Jack get into these situations? Seriously? How does this happen? His life was in danger and he wasn’t even drunk yet? Normally. Jack waited until he was at least a drink in before he made a semi-conscious attempt to fuck up his life. In fact, Jack didn’t even make it to the bar before he found a cliff to happily walk off.


The thing about Jack McCarthy was that he had an amazing knack for getting himself in various states of silly bother. He couldn’t explain it, maybe there was no real explanation for it. Every time Jack happened to open his mouth he always. Without fail, it would be the wrong thing. Like he had it down to a perfect art form. Like he actively tried to have everyone he met attempt to punch him square in the face.


It was a gift….


Tonight he proved this once again by upsetting quite an intimidating group of thugs hanging out outside of a street corner, looking generally threatening, covered in tattoos and smoking, Jack had the pleasure of bumping into one of these gentlemen…


One thing leads to another.


Fortunately, Jack somehow was faster than the gang-Which was certainly surprising given how unfit Jack was- Jack managed to give them the slip, but he knew unfortunately that this was on;y about a few moments advantage so Jack had to press those few seconds by running to the closet person he knew in the area.


“KENZIE! Jack screamed continuously over and over again hammering at the door looking over his shoulder expecting to see the gang catch up with him at any second “LET ME IN LET ME IN LET ME IN! THERE’S...THERE’S A FIRE OUT HERE! A BIG FUCKING FIRE AND A LION. AND A STORM. LIGHTING. A PLAGUE OF LOCUST. LOCUS I TELL YA!!!


The screaming continued until the window opened and relief overcame Jack “YOU. FOR THE LORD OF GOD LET ME IN RIGHT NOW. I’M GOING TO DIE. RIGHT NOW. GOING TO DIE RIGHT NOW HORRIBLY AND IF YOU DON’T LET ME IN, I’LL DIE AND MY GHOST WILL HAUNT YOU EVERYTIME YOU GO TO THE TOILET

[Kenzie Mercer]

A very silent night Kenzie's   RV Tag: Jack

On came the noise, both from Buddy and Jack. What little poise she had quickly fell away. "ALRIGHT!" She practically yelled, fingers at her temples. She hadn't drunk the night before but the headache didn't seem to care. So she moved away and towards the door, pushing her dog out of the way. A fierce glare was what she greeted him with, and an outstretched hand to yank him inside.

With a slam and a lock, she turned toward the boy who'd made her so wroth. "You have the time until I get my now early morning coffee to explain yourself before I throw you back out." With her warning done she slid away to get her morning drink. She felt like hell and want to give him worse, but knew there had to be something happening in order for him to do something like this. "And for your sake it better have been a life or death situation." She added under her breath, idly patting the head of her pet while waiting for her coffee to heat.

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[Jack McCarthy]

Oh, please please please please let him in. Please let him in. Jack kept thinking to himself over and over again as he banged against the door with flailing fists of fury. He was FAR too pretty to end up in the river fitted for fashionable cement shoes, or the breaking of his limbs. He enjoyed very highly having full use of his limbs and he would like to retain the use of them in the near future



But thankfully, oh so thankfully. Fate or destiny or whatever the case may be smiled down at Jack for once and the door did open up, the INSTANT it did Jack barged into the home pushing Kenzie out of the way shutting the door behind him and peering out the window his body twitching every which way, very rat like before he breathed a sigh of relief hunched over slightly his hands on his knees wheezing holding up a lone figure to hush Kenzie for the moment while he get his breath back “Wow I’m out of shape” he gasped before standing up straight again and clapping his hands together suddenly business like “Right….Well so actually this is a funny story” Jack said in a light hearted tone of voice suddenly airy “Under circumstances, that are totally not my fault….The Russian mafia have chased me down here...but it’s FINNNE. Totally fine. I’ll just never leave here….I’ll never leave this house. You got pop-tarts here?”

[Kenzie Mercer]

A very silent night Kenzie's  RV Tag: Jack

Kenzie waited impatiently for her coffee to fill up. While she did she idly listened to Jack's excuses. Not even giving him a glance, she felt her headache dance. He was clearly not good for her health this early. Finally her cup was full and she was quick to drink it all, not even bothering to add anything. Once she was done she turned to him like a loaded gun, the glare in her eyes even worse than before.

Finally she sighed and pinched the bridge between her eyes. Clearly he had gotten into trouble he had run from again. She lifted up her hand, leaving enough space between her fingers for a grain of sand. She directed them to Jack with a smile that seemed far too forced. "Hey Jack, you see the space between my fingers? Go on look. See?" She said cheerily yet her eyes were anything but. "See how little space there is? That right there is how close I am to throwing your ass out on the concrete!" The last word came out in a harsh bark. Gone was the fake smile, replaced by an emotion different by a mile.

"I doubt you're important enough to get the Russian Mafia on you, but I. Swear. To. God. if I suddenly have a dozen giant thugs banging on my door demanding I give up some skinny string bean boy, I will end you." She growled, putting her cup under to get more coffee. She had a feeling she would need all she could get.

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