Soul Mission

Boring morning

It was chill satursday not-so-morning-anymore. 11am to be exact, which is still an early time compared to Vegas.
Dave woke up, not being able to sleep back and feeling the need of doing something that may help some later on party preperations. Such as ideas for his sportsy since he want something different.
"Damn, what can he want if it's not a house, full of bitches and coke?" He wondered.
"Guess I gotta start the day, I need to plan stuff anyways. And get breakfast. Haven't eaten in days..and gotta feed Jack as well."
Although he reallly wanted to get back to bed, next to his sportsy. Damn he was really cuddlish in his sleep, like if he seeked a protective pair of arms from his nightmares. Dave needed a lots of determation not to get back there.. so comfy..
He wanted to make breakfast for him and Jack, so he got down to a close local shop and by the loss of creativity he bought some eggs, bacon, bread and orange juice. He didn't wanted to go much budget on things NOT like Vegas party material stuff. Drugs are hella expensive, man.
He got back some and his oragne baby was still sleeping.
"Damn, he can sure dream a lot."
Dave went up to the bed and sit on the edge of it, right next to the sleeping Jack. Dave was hesitating a bit, but then he started petting Jack's back and shoulder, then he was stroking his wavy hair.
"He is so peaceful like that. He seems stressed most of the time, even with me. But like this, he doesn't seem to have much to worry about."
Dave was happy to see him not being his usual tired self. That made him smile.
"Of course you don't have anything to worry about. I'm here for ya." He whispered.
He pat him in the shoulder one last time and then stood up.
He attempted making breakfast, but the eggs kinda burned, and the bacons got a lil crispy.
"Okay, that will be mine." He said and gave it a second go.
The second one turned out well, so he'll leave that for sportsy.
"Okay, breakfast's done, untill they cool out a little Imma take a shower."
He put Jack's plate on the drawer next to the bed. He smiled at the still sleepin Jack and went to take a shower.

Jack slightly opened his weak, but finally well rested eyelids, due to the enough sleep he got and the noises Dave made. He looked around, not remembering how he got there.
"This must be the hotel room."
He took a deep breath through the nose to smell the room.
"Yes, smells like bitches in here."
He sits up and looks to his left. Dave isn't in the bed. At firtst Jack got anxious for a second, alone in a room type of thoughts are just the worst. Then he notices some water noise.
"Oh right, he must be showering."
Finally, he's not using mine, what a development.
He turned to his right. He noticed the food on the drawer.
"Is this for me?"
He also noticed a note on it. He grabbed it and pulled it closer to his face.

Eat up, ya sleepsack.
-Davey

"Hey, I don't sleep that much! I only can wish to."
He grabbed the plate and the fork. And so he started eating. It was actually good, how suprisin. Even if was a really simple one, he enjoyed it. He could only imagine Dave eating ordered kebabs over and over again and living off it.  But he may have enjoyed the care better than the food it self.
"Driving instead of me, carrying me up into the room and making me breakfast? Gee Dave, you're getting a lil cheesy there."
He thought and chuckled to himself.

He was half done with the food when he heard the water noise stop. There was a tv infront of the bed was on, and Jack was watching some white girl trash on it, while finishing breakfast.
Dave stepped out of the bathroom to see Jack being awaken. That didn't seemed to be something he'd expect or at least wanted, at least not now. Since he was only wearing a towel and..
what? No not the embaressment. Rather his weird ass scars.
"O-oh, good morning old sport."
"Mmh mornin for ya too."
"Thought you would sleep more."
"Nah, I fell asleep early, I'm better than ever."
"Oh that's good, that's good."
Dave hoping he wouldn't notice anything quesionable..
Jack tried not to look at Dave to keep the politeness, but he just really..could not ingnore those weird scars all over him.
"Aren't those springlock ones? Pretty sure they are..they are all over Phone guys..too... How did he get those?"
Dave noticed he was staring, so he tried to play it off cool.
"Pfft- pervert."
"That..wasn't my intention, but sorry."
"It's okay, I'm too hot, I know."
"More like a soggy, dry eggplant."
Jack looked away and chuckled. But the looking away made him sink into his thoughts, and how he won't be able to forget those springlock scars and those weird stich wounds..like if he would went through multiple surgeries..
Jack sometimes peeked back at Dave, trying to make some theories sure, which instear made him overthink more.