IN IRELAND

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"Yes. He’s a bit drunk… No, he’s okay… thank you” Jack was getting tired of people asking about Mark. Even the taxi driver was so concerned he insisted on helping get him inside.

Well, at least he didn’t have to drag his heavy bod up the stairs. Jack laid Mark on the floor of his room and started wondering

“How did he not wake up in that whole ride? I didn’t hurt him that bad, did I?” Jack checked marks pulse, it was there. “I’ll just go grab some ice…” When Jack got back with the ice, he noticed Mark was waking up.

Jack tight Mark up and stuffed him into the closet as fast as possible. All the while silently cursing “balls, shit, fuck…” He threw the ice pack at Mark, it landed on his lap, and quickly shut and locked the door.

Now Jack had no other option but to go to bed, so he did just that.

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