<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Bobby_Steel_Head.png)</div><strong>Character name : </strong>Jerry Gibson  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220123.msg10844374#msg10844374)<br/><strong>Who : </strong>Marcus Morton<br/><strong>Where : </strong>Randy's Shack<br/><br/>Jerry was half asleep in the corner of Randy's Shack, normally he didn't drink this early in the day but this was a special occasion. Jerry and a couple of the other firefighters went out last night for a couple of quiet drinks, but a couple turned into a few. A vague memory of an impromptu poker game wandered into Jerry's mind and gave his frontal lobe a good hard kick, he usually wasn't a great poker player but Jerry recalled a large stack of cash in front of him and also a great many more drinks. Jerry slowly drank the whiskey in front of him in an effort to show the hangover who was in charge, but it still wasn't clear who that was.<br/><br/>Jerry closed his eyes and an image slowly came into focus....women, well more accurately girls. He couldn't remember their names but they had graduated High School pretty recently that much he knew, as they were very keen to show him their old cheerleader uniforms when the three of them had stumble back to their flat. Other guys might have got really aroused by that, but for Jerry the uniforms were just another day at the office. A puzzled look crossed Jerry's face, he was sure they had told him but he couldn't remember if they were sisters or just really, really good friends.<br/><br/>The low murmurings in the bar were broken as Daryl's voice boomed across the bar, Jerry looked down and focused on the empty shot glass and hoped the noise would return to normal. Jerry winced and let out a low groan as someone slapped him on the back, looking up at the slapper it took Jerry a few seconds to place the face as belonging to Marcus Morton. someone he hadn't spoken to or even seen in more years than he could remember. Jerry lifted his hand from the table and loosely curled all but his index finger which he brought half way to his lips<strong>"Ohh, call me Jerry, just do it quietly." </strong>Jerry's brain started to catch up with his ears, why was Marcus calling him Bobby? Nobody who knew him called him that.