Second Floor Common Room, Early-ish Monday Morning

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson had been in a better mood than he was this morning.

Don't laugh, it was true.

See, he'd had a rough couple of days. Did you know what it's like to be on an island with everyone's dead loved ones coming back for closure and to make sappy peace with wrongs of the past and whatever, and no one showing up for you? Even though you definitely had people who could have come, who should have come, who you had every right to get to meet? It was not a good feeling at all, and it was weighing on him more than he would have cared to admit, getting twisted up with what he'd learned back in Beacon Hills until it felt like a suffocating stone inside his chest.

And also, the wrong team had won the Super Bowl last night.

"You goddamn piece of –– !"

Yelling at the toaster for getting his Pop Tart stuck was a perfectly valid response to stress.

[ooc: Fair warning, this common room is pissy and bitchy, but totally ooopen!]

2nd Floor Common Room | Monday Evening

[pursuedthestars]

Once again, boredom was driving Jim into the common room. It was just so much easier to walk down the hall then to walk into town and Jim could be a lazy bastard when he wanted to be.

He switched the television on but barely looked at it because he was already on his way to the kitchen to find something suitable for dinner. His head was in the refrigerator when the noise coming from the television caught his attention.

He looked up and stared. What was going on in this movie? There was corn and then popcorn and Jim was stunned.

Completely stunned. And yet, now he was watching.

[Open post. Clip is slightly NSFW but the movie will kill brain cells in the best of ways.]