*Smack*
Jack felt the world collapse around him long before he lost control of his legs. He sat there on the ground, struggling to gain control of his vision.
One second, two, three, thirty, five minutes? Ten? It felt like in that moment each passing second was a minute in length as he struggled to get back to his feet.
He tried to stand… but his legs didn't agree. He was drunk, intoxicated, and slipped the moment he tried to get back to a standing position, falling back onto his ass.
All the while his vision wobbled, shifted, and settled on Aidan standing in front of him shouting at him, while Jack's men restrained the man and the gun in his hand.
"You motherfucker! You killed my men, I'll have your head for this!"
The words reached him before their meaning did. Each word spoken was slow and slurred until at once it came crashing down around him. The clarity feeling more sped up than stable.
