They traveled in relative silence, only a mumbled request to turn the fiery heater down and a taciturn acquiescence. Fragile snowflakes tumbled onto the windshield and melted instantly. The only piles of snow that gathered here and there outside were left from earlier in the day when the weather had been more bold. They drove through the club district, people already lining up in the cold as the businesses began to open. Jack pulled into a dark lot, and had already turned the car off before Karl noticed, lost in thought. Jack looked at him expectantly for a very brief, but uncomfortable moment. Karl regained his wits and began to gather his belongings.
        Better bring my bag, I'm probably never going to be in this car again...
It was a strange and sad revelation.

  
        "Ouch. No, I didn't... I really did just want to talk."
        "Okay."
        "Uh..."
Karl spent too long neatly folding his scarf and trying to find a place to put it. The light in the club was frosty blue, but hidden heaters by their feet made the area comfortably warm. Gentle indistinct music played, and the seat beneath him was soft. It would've been pretty relaxing in a different circumstance.
        God, where to start? Jack watched him wordlessly from across the booth like an expressionless cat. Molly did that sometimes, she'd sit on your chest as you slept, so you'd wake to glowing green eyes inches away. Then she'd slap you in the face with a fuzzy paw until you got up and fed her. Yeah, like that. Except that was cute and this was just scary and he'd feel really bad if Jack slapped him.
Erm... okay, focus damn it!