chapter word count: 308
noir heart: two
One long, gloriously hot shower, painkillers, breakfast of pancakes and mug of industrial strength black coffee later, and he feels a little more human. Well, aside from his pounding hangover. Maybe he shouldn't have had those eight bottles of beer when he arrived home from work last night.
Still, his life is going down the drain anyway – might as well have a little fun along the way, especially when it numbs the memories…and the anger.
Stood in front of the large mirror in his bedroom, he badly adjusts the black necktie over his sky blue shirt (it was always Rapunzel that used to help him with it in the morning, but all that stopped when she divorced him eight months ago) just as the six a.m. segment takes a break for the news.
"Arendelle City Police detectives are still no closer to finding the Ashley Madison Ripper than they were six months ago. With at least ten known male victims, there's no telling when the Ripper's bloody reign of terror over this city will end."
Jack chuckles bitterly as he re-adjusts his necktie for the sixth time. "Ashley Madison Ripper…" he murmurs to himself.
Satisfied that his necktie looks something approaching smart, he strides over to his nightstand, slides open the drawer, retrieves his holstered Glock 9MM and APD badge and lazily knees it shut.
Clipping the holster to the belt of his black pants just at his right hip, he repeats the process with his Detective badge on his left hip and promptly leans over to his bed to pick up his cheap black suit jacket.
He casts one glance at his reflection in the mirror as he slips his arms into the sleeves, and silently remarks on how weary he looks.
"Time to go to work…" he mutters cynically, and marches off towards his apartment door.
fs: noir heart is my attempt at a drabble series, and most chapters will be around this length.
miki fubuki: Cynical Jack is always fun to write. Hopefully I can keep it up.
jpbake: Indeed, but drabbles are always short. Testing my ability to say a lot, with little.