<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Jack Harth<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location: </strong></span>Cafe<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span>11:45PM<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tagged:</strong></span>None; open<br/><br/>Earlier in the evening, Jack had done some working out and a bit of sparring; there weren't that many people in the gym willing to fight with him, on account of the fact he was pretty much top dog, but some times, some one asked for some pointers or a partner; and he felt it would be wrong to deny help to those who sought to become stronger.<br/><br/>But when the gym finally closed down, he spent an hour or two riding around on his bike. He did a few errands; picked up a few non-perishables and the like, but mostly, he had just drove around, enjoying the simple pleasure of the wind violently caressing him as he sped around on his motorcycle.<br/><br/>But now, he was relaxing, before heading home for the night. He had popped into this small joint; it was a 24 hour cafe, that only shut down on holidays. They had good coffee, and the pastries were still pretty fresh. And, as much as it might be seen as an odd quirk, Jack did have a sweet tooth; couple that with his fondness of coffee and late nights, one would not be surprised to find him here, if one knew him well enough.