"Not at all." Jack laughed and put his arm around the back of Zack's chair. "Take your time. We're planning on staying until at least tomorrow night but I can help if you have a preference."

The blush was cute and though Jack had a partner and wasn't working, he could certainly see the appeal of the young man.

"We're whatever we need to be to survive. Strippers, prostitutes, drug runners." Jack shrugged and was speaking without much flair. The way someone would talk about their usual drive home. "Where we're from people like this..." Jack motioned toward the rest of the room. "... are jailed or killed for just being alive."

It was a serious truth of life and Jack wouldn't shy away from it. "Do you want a lap dance?"

He's just curious and smiling. The innocence is quite charming and refreshing. The story had him laughing and he looked over at the drummer. "Most of us do some graffiti work. My oldest spray painted cocksucker on a military chopper once and then had them chase the kid all over this city with big yellow Cocksuckers on the side of the black like a flag."