Jack stubbed out a cigarette in the cylindrical ash-tray that sat by the right of the back door as he cam in from his break. It was getting to be that time. The normal movie patrons were returning to their PG-rated homes to enjoy a wholesome night, while the "deviants" were coming out of the wood works to get a load of some raunchy flicks. It was, coincidentally, Jack's favorite time of the evening.<br/><br/>The thin, young man made his way through the hallways, on each side were different screens, showing different things. Somebody had already gone through and changed out the normals matinees and replaced them with things like the Billy Bonka movie.<br/><br/>Finding his way out of the maze of theaters almost subconsciously, Jack found himself just where he needed to be. Right by the concession stand, the gateway to the cinema-experience. From here, he would take, and rip tickets.<em>'The joys of life.'</em>He thought to himself as he cast a nod of greeting in the direction of Kira.