He Talks Too Much ~ Septiplier

6

'Thank you Julia. Now, I'm afraid the weather for the week is staying on the chilly side; heavy snow clouds are heading for the North whereas if you're in the South you'll be looking at temperatures under...'

Jack groaned softly as the weather man's monotone voice dragged him from his blissfully peaceful sleep.

The dark haired man's head was pulsing rhythmically behind his eyelids, the pain a dull, persistent throb that showed no signs of letting up. His mouth was remarkably dry, an odd aftertaste of sweet grittiness on his tongue like he swallowed a full spoonful of sugar before falling asleep.

What did he do before falling asleep? He couldn't remember.

Jesus, that radio was fucking loud. 

He shifted a little where he lay, attempting to get a little more comfortable, but suddenly the low hum of radio in the background cut off, the silence only broken by the soft thud of footsteps getting steadily closer to where Jack lay. The Irishman tensed at the sound, his eyes shooting open, and then almost immediately shutting again as he winced at the bright light, regretting the action even more as pain shot through his head, this time with a vengeance.

"Y'know Jack, I never really expected our first meeting to turn out like this." A male voice; deep, smooth and extraordinarily familiar suddenly broke the silence. Jack squeezed his eyes open with a little more hesitation than before, the figure of a man coming into focus, standing not 3 steps away.

"Honestly I'm not sure what I was expecting, but- uh, this never really sprung to mind." The man was smiling down at Jack lazily, a light layer of amusement coating his words like varnish. He seemed completely relaxed, his eyes full of expectation, watching Jack carefully like he was waiting for him to do something or realize something important. It only succeeded to confuse the poor Irishman even more.

Jack narrowed his eyes at the man suspiciously, a hand coming up for a half-hearted attempt at fixing his sleep mussed hair before he gave up completely. "I- do I know you?" He muttered lowly, distrust giving the question an edge he hadn't originally intended. That face, that voice, it was all so familiar; but from where?

The man chuckled lightly with a small shrug, seemingly finding entertainment in Jack's confusion. "Would you like me to give you a clue?" He asked, a dumb smirk playing on his lips that irked Jack for reasons he simply couldn't explain. This fucker was just being difficult on purpose; playing with him like this was a joke of some sort.

If this was a joke it was in very bad taste.

Jack scowled up at the man, his features full of anger and a drowsy confusion, his mind still a little muddled from sleep. "Why don't you just fucking answer me? Who the fuck are you and where-" He paused, his eyes flickering past the man and around the room itself for the first time; a spacious room with little furniture (a few black chairs, a coffee in front of them with a little old style radio sitting proudly on it, explains the noise), a main theme of black and white giving it a clean and stylish air.

There was no sign of any personal touches around the place, despite the fact it was obviously the living room of a house, the walls and single table were completely bare of pictures or ornaments of any kind. It felt so...empty.  "Where am I?" He finally finished, a sight waver in his voice and if it was fear, he wouldn't admit that.  

The man let out a short chuckle, but there was sympathy in his eyes, an understanding in them that hadn't been there before. "You really don't remember anything from last night, do you?" He asked softly. "You have no idea who I am."

"I remember a little but it's uh...choppy at best." Jack admitted, taking a closer look at the man, his head throbbing painfully at the effort. Thankfully after a few seconds of awkwardly silent scrutinising, a memory slowly fought its way into the forefront of his mind. "You- I met you at the party, right? By the food?" Jack asked softly and felt his shoulders slum with relief and his body sink into the couch at the stranger's nod.