Plan B //Jack Barakat//

Alex furrows his brows in "deep concentration" as he would tell me if I actually tried to interrupt him, cocking his head to the side and staring just over my left shoulder.

"Well, Alex?" I question, glancing periodically at the small hallway into the front lounge where we can hear Jack kicking the doorframe and slamming the tour bus door behind him.

A large grin -which I think is kind of inappropriate at this moment in time- spreads across his features. If he has this figured out, then I'd like to know. "Plan B?" he asks me, shrugging his shoulders.

I roll my eyes, refraining from banging my head repeatedly against the bunks. "Alex, when was there a Plan B?"

"Now. Now, there is a Plan B." Wonderful, just lovely.