<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  About a year ago<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, I did.  I live alone, so it's one of the first things I taught myself."</strong>He would open up a drawer, taking out a fork, and passing it along to Elena.<strong>"Just eat what you want, I won't be offended, and don't want you sick. Salt and pepper shakers are on the coffee table. You should probably sit down." </strong><br/><br/><strong>"I think it was a keg, and not a truck, that hit you."</strong>He says with this slightly amused quality to his tone of voice.<strong>"You got really wasted. Some asshole tried to have his way with you in a back alley. I knocked him out, and took you back here, because you were in no shape to go anywhere on your own. I left you on the couch, with a bottle of water and extra strength aspirin, which I noticed was gone this morning, so you probably had that some time during the night."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Speaking of water, drink more of it. It'll help flush out your system." </strong>He said as he got a bottle of water from the fridge, nice and cold, and, if she were in the kitchen, he would offer it to her; if she had already moved to the love seat, he would bring it over to her.<br/><br/><strong>"You really need to be more careful.  I'm sure you have your reasons for drinking, but if you keep this up, something bad is going to happen to you."</strong>He was not, in any way, threatening her, but it just made sense. Last night, she was nearly raped; and if she keeps drinking like that, she'll be dealing with cirrhosis sooner or later, or likely getting into accidents, or... well... their's a hundred things that could go wrong.<br/><br/>He grabbed his plate of food, and moved to sit down on one of the two love seats he had. They were mismatched, and somewhat old and worn out, but well taken care of nonetheless. One was blue, one was red.  He eats quietly.