EP (OTA): Jackson

[st_illfleshandblood]

It was, Jackson realized belatedly, the first time he had tried smoking in his room. Way too goddamn belatedly, as a shrill sound pierced his ears, quickly followed by a spray of cold water coming from the ceiling. He was sputtering and drenched, ruined cigarette in hand, as he spilled out on the lawn outside his room, glaring back at the interior and throwing the smoke to the ground. "What in the blazin' hell! Can't a man have a cigarette in peace in his own room!"

He'd never been one to have many rules for himself in his own home, and being chased out of his suite by what he assumed was some sort of misguided fire-guarding system was not in the least welcome.