<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time</strong>: About a year ago, late evening<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Elena<br/><br/>Jack was spending his evening the way he some times liked to; doing science, for fun. Currently, he was in the process of ensuring a carboy was truly sanitized, because he wanted to give making his own booze a try.<br/><br/>It was just as he was getting ready to start cooking the honey and other things he was planning to use to make mead, he heard an unsteady knocking at his door. He paused a moment, and wondered about who it might be; he hadn't heard the buzzer go off.<br/><br/>Shrugging, he went over to the door, and spent all of a second peeping out of the little hole in the door, and, seeing who it was, he unlocked the deadbolt, then the regular lock, and opened the door.<strong>"Hello. You... look like hell. Have you been drinking again?"</strong>Their was, oddly enough, no apparent judgment or harshness to his voice; curiosity, if anything.<strong>"Either way, come on in."</strong>All Jack was wearing at the moment was a pair of denim shorts, and a white wife-beater, because he had not been expecting company, and it was quite comfortable for him.