Day 29.5: In Which He's Still A Little Tipsy And Calls Her Again
"Hey, did I call you last night?" Jack asked as he dragged his hungover corpse to the bathroom.
"Technically, it was very early this morning."
He splashed a handful of water on his face. "I didn't say anything weird, did I?"
There was a momentary pause, and he wondered if he had lost connection.
"You did joke about your friend having only one leg."
Jack grunted as he turned the shower knobs and let steam slowly fill the room. "Awesome."
"Where are you calling from? There's a lot of echo going on."
He put his phone down so he could strip his shirt off. "My bathroom. I need a shower."
"Be careful not to slip and give yourself a concussion."
"Yeah… we'll see how that goes."
"Are you still drunk?"
Jack scowled. "... Maybe."
"Rule number one of drinking: Don't shower while you're still wasted."
"I thought rule number one of drinking was: Don't drink and drive," he said with an amused chuckle.
Elsa groaned. "Go back to bed and sweat off some more of that alcohol."
"Can't. I'm too gross."
"Beats the alternative of you lying unconscious in your bathroom."
"What if I turn the camera on so you can keep an eye on me?"
"... You did not just suggest that."
He shrugged as he stared at his phone. "That way, you can call 911 if anything bad happens."
"That's not funny."
"Hold on, I'm videoing you—"
"No, you're not—OKAY, CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU'RE OUT OF THE SHOWER, JACK. DON'T DIE! BYE!"
