[@Lunar]

Jacob had walked somewhat aimlessly through the wasteland of what was once Canada. He was mostly unimpressed with most of the sights he had seen so far but that was the case with him normally. It took a lot to impress him. He finally found himself with a familiar thirst afflicting him so he began looking for somewhere he could get a drink. 

Eventually Jacob found a quite looking bar and walked in with his iconic stride. He walked in and ordered a white Russian on the rocks to which the bartender gave him an odd look, clearly not knowing how to make the most holy delights of his people. Eventually Jacob simply settled for a whiskey. 

After quite a few drinks Jacob asked for a room from the fine gentlemen behind the bar. Having paid his tab and for his room, Jacob stumbled up the stairs to where he thought his room was. Unfortunately for Jacob, all of the keys worked on all of the doors and as such Jacob ended up entering a room occupied by a sleeping woman. Being decently hammered, Jacob didn't notice the woman so he closed the door and simply flopped down in the bed, getting ready for what he thought would be a decent sleep.