Jack pushed his way to the bar where he looked for an open seat. He noticed that there was only one left open and quickly made his way over to it. He was about to ask, the people sitting in the seats next to the open one, if it was okay for him to sit down, but at that time almost everyone at the bar decided to get up and head for the dance floor. He simply shrugged it off and sat down on the stool in front of him.

"What's your poison tonight?" The bartender asked walking up to Jack. He scanned the shelf behind her for the alcohol choices.

"Whiskey on the rocks please." Jack decided after a moment of silence. The bartender turned and started on his drink with a small smile. It didn't take long for the drink to be set in front of him, so Jack took a long, slow sip from the cool glass.

"Is this seat taken?" A man's voice shocked Jack slightly, but he turned to see a man slightly taller than him motioning to the seat in front of him. Jack shook his head taking another quick sip from his cup.

"My name's Mark." The man said hopping up onto the bar stool. He smiled at Jack hoping to continue the conversation. His brown eyes looked straight into the younger's blue eyes through glasses that fit Mark's face almost perfectly.

"The name's Sean, but for some reason my friends call me Jack." The Irishman said downing what was left in his glass. Mark's face contorted with confusion, "What?" Jack asked seeming just as confused.

"It's just... I don't know..." Mark paused to order his drink, "It just doesn't seem like Jack is short for Sean."

"After my friends heard my mom call me that, it just stuck. I think they think Jack is easier to say." Jack said causing the two to start laughing. The bartender came and placed a beer in front of both of them which caused Jack to look at her confused.

"Figured you could use a new drink." Mark smirked at Jack before they clinked their bottles together, "I have to ask though, where are you from? I can't get over your accent." Jack took a quick sip from his beer before answering.

"I'm from Ireland. I'm visiting for my holiday." Jack said turning toward the other to better engage in conversation. Mark did the same taking a long drink from his beer.

The two men ended up drinking and talking for a couple hours. They both drank about 5 beers and were starting feel quite drunk. They were really enjoying each other's company, and Mark was really starting to flirt with the younger man.

"I don't think that's how you say that word." Jack slurred starting to laugh harder than he was earlier, and he sipped at the end of his fifth beer.

"I swear it's 'roum'. You're the one that's wrong." Mark said trying to pout, but it didn't last long because soon he was laughing just as hard as Jack. He was laughing so hard that he leaned forward and placed a hand on Jack's knee. Jack's smile faded as he placed a hand on his stomach feeling an all too familiar sensation.

"Ugh. I'm not doing so hot." Jack said realizing he's going to be feeling this in the morning. He groaned slightly as the pain increased with sharp bursts in his lower abdomen. Worrying for Jack, Mark's smile faded slightly and turned to slight concern. They both threw enough cash on the counter to cover their drinks since they realized neither of them could drink anymore.

"Maybe… *hic*… Maybe we should go to my apartment since it's close." Mark said grabbing and pulling Jack out of the bar before he could protest.

"It would probably be *hic* nice to get sick in my bathroom instead of the crappy public one in the bar." Mark said after we got outside. He continued to drag the younger one down the narrow sidewalk at a fast pace. They walked in silence mostly because Jack was too focused on not tripping over his own feet to talk. Mark shot Jack a reassuring smile that made the brunette smile ear to ear and melt slightly inside.

It didn't take long for them to stop in front of an old apartment building. Mark let go of the other's arm to fiddle with his keys. Jack sighed lightly feeling a bit better being outside. It didn't take long to get inside the building, and Jack had no choice but to follow Mark up the short flight of stairs. When in the actual apartment, Jack simply stood in the doorway as Mark ran off to what seemed like the bedroom.

The brunette let his eyes wander around the small space. There was an ugly, little couch sitting to his right and kitchen to his left. He slipped off his black converse sneakers before deciding to move over and sit on the couch. After sitting down, he realized that that was a mistake due to the awful texture of the couch's fabric. It felt like Jack had just sat on a cactus or at least what he thought it would feel like to sit on that sort of pointy plant. Before he could get up though, Mark came back into the room carrying what seemed to be blankets and a pillow.

"Sorry I don't have that much -" Mark didn't have the chance to finish because he tripped and fell, landing directly on top of Jack. They both muttered "ow"s and curses under their breaths as Mark propped himself up slightly. His face hovered inches from the Irishman's face which caused both of them to blush.

They could both smell the alcohol strongly on each other's breath. Jack's ocean blue eyes stared deeply into Mark's brown ones. The younger man closed his eyes and smiled to brush off the slight bit of awkwardness he felt. They quickly shot opened though when he felt foreign lips on his own. It took Jack by surprise, but he quickly melted into it blaming his feelings on the alcohol.

The kiss quickly got more heated as the taller man allowed one of his hands to roam the smaller man's chest. Jack did the same, deepening the kiss as he did so. Mark slid his hands under the other's shirt carefully trying to lift it up over his head. Jack broke the kiss for a moment to fully take off his shirt while Mark did the same. With shirts removed, Mark pressed the smaller man into the couch to kiss him once again. Jack groaned pushing Mark off of him slightly.

"Is something wrong?" The older man asked worrying he had gone too far or had done something he shouldn't have. He sat up on his knees between Jack's legs in order to look at the other better. Jack moved with him, sitting up slightly, and propping himself up by his elbows.

"No," Jack said smirking, "Your couch is just a piece of shite, so I was going to ask if we could go to the bedroom." He let out a little laugh before biting his lower lip slightly. A smile spread across Mark's face before he grabbed Jack's hand and led him to the bedroom.

*TWO HOURS LATER*

Mark quickly drifted off to sleep, but Jack could only lie there and wait for the other to truly be asleep. He quietly slipped out from under the covers and gathered his clothes before sneaking out of the apartment. He made the long walk to the hotel, thankful that it was dark out, so no one could see his disheveled hair, inside out shirt, and socks shoved into his pocket.

When Jack got to the hotel he entered his room to see something that made him glad he didn't procrastinate like he normally did. Sitting on the bed was his packed suitcase. He pulled his phone from his pocket to check the time, and in doing so he saw that he had to leave almost immediately for the airport. He went to the bathroom and fixed everything that was out of place. Grabbing his suitcase, Jack checked out of the hotel and headed home to Ireland.