While he and his twin sung at the top of their lungs there was nothing else he would rather do. Right before that chorus came he was still thinking about wanting Layla. And Charlene. And then wanting them both. Or at least one of them at a time while having the other jealous. But once he saw his twin closing his eyes and beginning to scream the lyrics into his beer bottle as though it was a mic he forgot about the girls and just wanted to sing.

He sung his heart out. Wished they would play the chorus one more time. Got another drink at the bar. And then the rest of the night went smooth. He was in the zone. Funny that he had gone into the bar drinking his first two drinks hoping for just one good conversation with one good person. Now he had made a half dozen friends. In between he had smoked and danced with Charlene; danced and talked with Layla. Things were looking good.

Except for one thing that Jack didn't notice. The whole time. A tall figure in the corner. Always watching. Neither a smile or frown on his face. Pat.