They were seated far away. Slightly elevated. This bar had different levels. The pool area the lowest then the dance floor then the bar then the booths up high. Like some sort of colosseum. Thats where they were, Jack in the moment after the crack and before what he saw....

Kyle his friends called him. Technically his name was Cristopher, but he hadn't used that since he was younger. Much younger, liked before college. He'd tell people this, even though he didn't go to college. It was more like when everyone else was.

He went straight to work. He jumped...

"You just have to make sure this doesn't happen."

"I know, but the thing is there wasn't, I uh."

"There's no I know but, there is only I did not do the job I agreed to."

"I know, I uh, just didn't think I needed to order that every week."

"If it says it...

At the bar he scrolled his phone. He had to know, what was Kyle Sardisnsky doing. He searched at the bar, his screen lighting his face up blue. He was in the booth. No one around him. His drink had a stream of bubbles trying to escape. 

He checked  LinkedIn...

Usually Jack wouldn't respond. Or would respond, but only with short words. Aaron he liked, he didn't really need to talk. They played games together online sometimes. At one point he was playing on Aaron's poker tournament, but with Alan it wasn't like that. Always had to talk. Usually about...

The  PBR was iced cold. Served in a wide mouth glass screw top. Some sort of Jam jar. Jack liked that, maybe it was a way to save money at first but it worked now, made him feel like the beer had to be good cause it wasn’t fancy. 

There...

Jack was reading a business book. His one friend said it was more of a self help. He was writing lines he liked from the book. Recording what he wanted to remember. All the people. He had a thought, fleeting but he wrote it down. Now he was mulling it...

Alan's mom was worried. She could tell things were off at the last visit. She was thinking about this. Flashes of  Imogen Howe were on her mind. There was something off she thought, no love. She couldn't feel anything. 

She was on a bike now. Zumba too hard for the...

Imogen Howe hated this store. Everything was expensive and the normal stuff was always out. She thought it was a ploy, but otherwise she'd have to drive across town and back and that would take more gas, and time she thought. 

She grabbed the good stuff, triple ply and scented...

"What you mean you aint got no toilet paper? You guys sell coffee that shit makes you shit."

"I know I'm uh so sorry sir. I really am, but we are out. If you just wait a few minutes, like 10-15 at the most my manager will be here."

"Ain't no-one got...