As soon as the door was closed, Michael erupted into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. The others just looked at each other, or in Geoffs case, at the inside of their eyelids.
"Ohohhh MAN!" He gasped through a cackle. "What the fuck was that?!" Jeremy and Gavin giggled a bit, while Ryan's gaze was still fixed on the door, one eyebrow raised.
"Guys, I think Jacks probably just messing around." Jeremy said, reasonably, but it seemed odd for Jack to take a joke so far, even one as lame as this. He wasn't exactly the funniest Achievement Hunter.
"Did you see those pants?" Michael was still laughing, but had regained control.
"I hope it is a joke." Gavin leaned back in his chair. "That has got to be the worst goth getup I've ever seen." The chair wobbled unsteadily.
Geoff was at this point holding the bridge of his nose between his thumb and middle fingers, eyes shut. How the fuck were they going to get anything done that day? He popped his head up and rapped on the desk with his hands as he rose to his feet.
"Where are you going?" Ryan asked, having started working on something on his own.
"To find Jack" Geoff said, as he left the office.
After almost a half hour of searching, Geoff found the man he had started all this with sitting in his car, eating ribs and listening to some dreary wannabe goth bullshit. His white makeup now had barbeque sauce smeared into it around his mouth, which gave him a remarkably clowny appearance.
"Jack, what are you doing, man?" Geoff asked, arms crossing over his chest.
"Eating my lunch." He responded, not looking away from his food.
"Its not even noon yet." Goeff was getting impatient. "And you know what I mean. What is all...that?" He shook his hand in Jacks direction, unsure of what to even say. The song changed, and Jack finally turned his gaze toward him. The Texas heat had started to melt the black makeup around his eyes, and a bit had glooped up inside his tear duct.
"Nothing makes sense anymore Geoff." Was all he said, and then resumed eating. Geoff blinked rapidly, his mouth gaping slightly.
"You got that right!" Geoff exclaimed, crossing his arms across his chest, trying not to show his irritation too much on his face.
"Everything I love, everything I care about, it gets taken away." Jacks eyes stared into the distance of the parking lot, and Geoff became aware that he had begun tapping his foot.
"What?!" He finally blurted. "Is this about the all-female Assassins Creed? You know that's probably a lie, right?" Jack stopped chewing, and sat quietly, just as the song changed again. "Are you listening to...My Chemical Romance?!" At this, Jack rolled his window up, leaving Geoff standing next to his car, arms out in front of him in a confused shrug. Fed up, he threw his hands away from himself in surrender and walked angrily back inside the building.