Jackson could only ever have a good time for very short periods at a time, it seemed. And it had been a while since he'd last had a good time. The stress that had been with him for months and months now had started mounting again lately, making him even more twitchy and irritable than usual. Maybe staying away from Beacon Hills wasn't really working out for him after all. Besides, if someone else chose he had to go, it wasn't like he could stop it. That had been amply established already. And speaking of Beacon Hills, he had a voicemail from Coach Finstock about lacrosse. Championship game. How he should be coming to practice. And something about Greenberg, because there was always something to say about Greenberg. Jackson didn't really want to go. But, with the time difference, it would coincide with the full moon in Fandom, and he'd been getting pretty good at avoiding those.

He'd have to think about it, even if it just stressed him out more.

And on a more mundane note, he was still pissed that he'd had to book himself into a hotel a couple of nights back because Jim had dragged some skank back to their room and he hadn't wanted to deal with that. So yeah, his mood wasn't great.

This was some angry yet efficient laundry folding that was going on in room 222 right now.

[ooc: Open door, open post, pissy guy but what else is new? Squirrels, please note: Kanima stuff in the Jim thread NFB, please!]