Jack Barcot leaned against the wall seemingly not paying attention to what was going on around him. However, he was keeping his eyes open, as he would need to write a report in the very near future. This was not a situation he was used to. The LFL had been equated to everything from a circus to a trucker's bar. This was a far cry from the world of "legitimate" sports. Plus, all the people he would be covering were prettier than he was. That was a change he did not mind.<br/><br/>Jack was wearing a dull, lose grey sport coat over a white oxford shirt and wool slacks. His hair was uncombed although he did manage to shave that morning. Being that he was starting a new job, he had a wide eyed jittirieness about him. Although overall he came off as a bit indifferent to the whole situation. The only reactions from him were quiet guffaws at the jealous girls and Lilah's comment.<br/><br/>He stood against the wall in the back, examining a fixture. He then turned his head and made eye contact with one of the girls. He looked at her, stone faced for a brief moment before politely nodding and suddenly flashing a wink.