[center][h3][color=006400]Jason Kelly[/color][/h3]
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[color=006400][b]Location;[/b][/color] Bro Pad
[color=006400][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] Fabian [@HushedWhispers], Layla [@WolfLover][/center]

At only 11 am Jason had yet to roll out of bed, but lingered somewhere between being half dead and partially awake. Too much light from the outside world had already found its way into his room making it unlikely that he’d fall back asleep. He had the familiar pounding in his head and a full body heaviness that usually followed a hard night out. It was just his luck that he had the perfect solution to his hangover problem; step one wake and bake, step two black coffee. Jay managed to pull himself up off his mattress and rifle around his things until he found what he was looking for; his pack of smokes. Mixed in with his cigarettes was a joint which he sparked up and smoked near the opened window of his room. His phone buzzed with a new message; Fabian asking him not to eat anything in the fridge. It took Jason a second to figure out why he was banned from the fridge. Thanksgiving, an entire holiday dedicated to one of his favorite activities; eating ridiculous amounts of food. 

[color=#A53C20]To: Fabian[/color]
[color=006400]Dude I will try not to eat any uncooked turkey, raw potatoes, and stale bread bits but I can’t make any promises. I have no clue what JD’s doing. Also, gobble gobble happy motherfuckin thanksgiving [/color]

Jay finished his joint, tossed the end bit out the window and left the window cracked to air out his room. He showered and got dressed, throwing on jeans that weren’t torn up, a black button down shirt, and a newer pair of chucks. This was his effort to look more presentable, he knew Fabian was working hard to pull together a nice dinner for their whole group so he tried to put some effort into his appearance. He closed his window back up before heading into the kitchen and brewing some coffee. 

[color=006400]“LAAAAYLA!”[/color] He half shouted and half sung in his very best Eric Clapton impression as she walked into his apartment. [color=006400]“You know if you keep letting yourself in like this your eventually gonna walk in on somebody in their underwear but I’m starting to think that’s your end game anyhow.”[/color] Jay teased as he poured himself coffee. [color=006400]“And I have not eaten anything, yet, not sure why everyone thinks I can’t control myself around raw turkey, not all of us Texans are hill folk who gnaw on bones. Hey, do you smell like cake?”[/color] He asked before knocking back about half of his cup of coffee.