Jack sat at the bar laughing uproariously. He always became quite the extrovert when he had been at the bar for an hour. He was telling the dirtiest jokes he could think of because, in his intoxicated opinion, they were always the funniest. A few people snickered here and there, but it was more because of Jack's behavior than the quality of his jokes. As Jack plopped back down on the barstool, Darlene had walked in through the door, looking irritated at his drunkenness.
Darlene was Jack's stepsister. Jack had moved in with her after his girlfriend threw him out because of his wild antics. Not wanting him to be out on the street, she allowed him to move in with her. She found herself regretting that decision as she had to take on the role of his designated driver. One of the patrons whistled at Darlene, admiring her appearance.
Darlene had stunning blonde hair. It was long and seemed even bright against her sun kissed skin. She wore a black dress with thin straps on her shoulders. It hugged her body close, accentuating the shapeliness of her form. She ignored the other patrons and hit Jack's shoulder with her purse. "Let's go jerk," she said.
Jack looked at her with confusion. "What did I do?" he asked, "And why are you dressed so fancy?"
"I had to leave a work dinner to come get your drunk ass," she said.
"I'll be fine," he said, "I'm with my good buddies. Go on back to your work thing."
Darlene looked at him with annoyance. "Name one person in this bar," she challenged.
Jack turned around in circles a couple of times. "Okay. I don't know anyone," he said, "I can get to know them though."
She grabbed his arm and pulled him along. "Let's go," she said. She got Jack into her car and began to drive him home. "It's no wonder Cheryl gave you the boot," she said.
Jack was silent for a while in the car. He would occasionally look over at her. His eyes sometimes tracing the contours of her body. Darlene was one of those rare beauties that no one could help admiring from afar. "I'm sorry about everything," he said.
