Jason awoke in his apartment, on the couch, where he had fallen asleep this late afternoon. A magazine over his face, and a couple cans of soda on the floor. He hadn't gotten put into school yet, that hell would be starting tomorrow for him. He didn't mind school in itself, he just knew that someone, somehow, was gonna piss him off. People always had a tendency to do so.

Jason rubbed his face, as he shook awake again, to the banging on the door, he lazily looked at the clock, which read a quarter past five. "Shit!" The young man let out, as he dashed off of the coach, taking off the dirty wifebeater he was wearing, plucking up a [i]less dirty[/i] shirt, that he put on as he headed to the door.

He opened the door, revealing the 6'2 African American who was his parole officer. "Ah. Jeffster, my pal." The boy's tone being sprinkled with sarcasm.

"You know damn well it's Jeff, so cut the crap Campbell." The man, about a decade and a half older than Jason himself, Jeff was in his early 30's, and ex-con who turned his life around.

"Yes, sir." Jason said with a smile. The two didn't know each other very well, having only been chatting a few times in the past two weeks that Jason's spent in Lilith. This was the second time this week, fifth time in total Jeff they had a 'meet', first time it wasn't at a diner or other place to get food.

Jason nodded for Jeff to come inside. He headed to the kitchen to grab himself something to drink.
"I didn't cook anything, you want a beer" The Texan said, his tone was taunting Jeff, whom he knew was a former alcoholic.

"You really do like starting shit, don't you, Mr.Campbell?" Jeff asked him, his voice was tired, as he walked into the apartment, taking off his jacket, looking around. "Nice place, don't you ever clean?"

"Who's starting shit now?" Jason said from the kitchen. Jeff let out a soft scoff. "You have a coke?"

"Pepsi okay?"
"Sure."
"What kinda freak are you, Jeff?" Jason said, walking out of the kitchen with two cold cans of cola, tossing one of them swiftly to the older male. Jeff just shook his head.

"You are aware you're starting school tomorrow, right?" His tone was serious, as he opened the can.
"Sorry, but I can't take you serious while you're drinking soda. Just doesn't fit you." Jason told him, with a grin, walking towards the second room, the living room which doubled as Jason's bedroom.

He pulled up a chair for Jeff. "Like I said, cut the crap, Jason."

"Call me J-Dog." He retorted, before shaking his head. "I know that I've got school tomorrow. Looking quite forward to it, too."

"You do realize you can't get into trouble, or it'll have dire consequences for you, right?" Jeff told Jason, whom nodded. "I get it. I break someone's nose, I'll get hauled right back into Juvie."

"That'd be correct, yes."

"But kneecaps are fair game, [i]right?"[/i]