Well, this was a new low, even for good old Jack. Sitting up on a stool at the local bar, Gunner's Tavern if you really wanted to know the name, he quietly nursed his wounded pride with a glass of Yuengling. He'd been in the Air Force after highschool, figured out that he really didn't like heights, came back home, and worked at a nice little auto repair shop. Of course, little repair shops get muscled out by Advance Auto Parts and NAPA, and big surprise, poor old Jack suddenly didn't have a job. The bar was pretty crowded tonight. Jackson was having a hard time thinking about what he would do now over the rowdy crowd. A football game was on on the big flatscreen, and a couple guys wearing jerseys were hooting and hollering at the screen. The alcohol was strong in those ones. His dark brown gaze traveled over the bar again, spotting a cute new waitress as she shuffled through the Thursday night football fans. Apparently someone scored a touchdown- according to the amount of people that jumped to their feet cheering, and the waitress tripped over someone's chair and fell, sending four beers off her little serving tray and onto some football fanatic's boots. Football guy started hollering at the poor girl, and that was when Jack had seen enough. He quickly stepped between the two as the waitress started to pick herself up. "Hey, leave her alone." He stated calmly as he stood before the man. The guy was a lot bigger up close. "Mind your own business, before someone breaks that pretty face of yours." The guy growled and tried to step around Jackson. He quickly moved so he was blocking the guy's way once again. "I'm afraid I can't let you go at her. Ain't right to hit a girl." He spoke simply, hoping that the guy would count his losses and sit back down. But, that wasn't going to happen. The guy balled up his fist and nailed Jack right in the temple. He didn't even see it coming. Jack fell to the ground, and then it was lights out.