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The night was peaceful. Steady rain pattered against the window in the room. Accompanied by the occasional roars of thunder and lightly. Jack was laying on his stomach on the bed, chin rested on the pillow, the nightstand lamp was turned on to give the room a din glow while he was reading a book. John sound asleep and undisturbed next to him.
The tranquility of the evening was ruined by a loud knocking on the door. Initially it had startled Jack but he ignored it. What would be so important that someone was knocking his door at ungodly hours of the night. He expected whoever it was to give up and leave. But the knocking persisted.
Jack gave in, he got up and walked over to the door. Opening it he was shocked to say the very least to see Captain and Shotgun man standing in his doorstep, soaked, cult robes draped over their arms and sheepish looks on both of their faces.
Jack raised an eyebrow at the both of them, unamused. He was starting to close the door on the both of them before Captains hand shot out to keep the door from closing. "Whoawhoawhoa. Hey man hear us out." He started frantically.
The door reopened.
"Look we need a place to stay for a bit—" Captain barely had time to finish his sentance before the door was being closed again. "HEY—*seriously?* Look I know we don't like you and you don't like us. But listen. We fucked up last night and the boss is *not* happy with us. Soo...we kind of don't have anywhere to stay anymore. AND—before you start telling us it's not your problem. I will be if something isn't done because either the cult—ow!" Captain was cut off with a sharp jab in the shoulder from Shotgun.
"*DUDE.* This guy lives with someone that *isn't* a part of the cult you can't just start explaining this shit. What if he's up!?" Shotgun whisper yelled. Also screwing himself over if John had been up.
"He's asleep." Jack spoke in a deadpan tone. "What happens if I don't let you two in here?"
"Okayokay um...basically we'll either get caught or the cult is gonna expose specifically us. Or they'll kill us and that's gonna be suspicious for you if the other two cops die because you and John are the only ones that don't like us." Captain finished.
"...you do realize that makes no sense, right?" Jack asked.
"I agree but that's not the point. We're all screwed if we're left out in the streets!" Shotgun spoke slightly louder.
Jack examined both of them carefully. The sopping wet clothes and overall just pathetic look of them.
"Stay there." He said and without anything else he turned to leave. Going back into his room to quietly pick through the drawers for dry clothes and towels. Returning to hand the clothes to the two of them and direct them to the bathroom so they could change and not get water everywhere. While they were doing that the door was closed and locked and the couch, or futon, was unfolded into a bed. Previously used when John first moved in. Blankets and pillows were being tossed onto the bed when the two exited.
"Dude these clothes are huge." Captain complained.
"Well maybe you should've brought your own clothes, hm?" Jack looked down at the red robes they both still held. "You two better keep those things hidden, *especially* from John. Or else you're fucked anyways."
There was just a nod.
"I'm going to bed. Don't touch anything until we're both up. Oh and have an excuse prepared because John more than likely will be up before me and I'm not saving your ass."
A blank look from Shotgun and Captain rolling his eyes was all Jack got for a response before he went back to his room. Turning off the nightstand light as he crawled back under the sheets. Hugging his pillow gently as he looked out the window. Praying that those two didn't screw things up in the morning.