"Ry Ry! RY RYYYYYYY!"
Wherever Jack's been? Required jeans, boots, and a denim jacket. Maybe 'required' was a strong word. Or maybe 'wherever' was the wrong word. Whoever. Like Lance, because the name 'Ry Ry' still made Jack crack up.
"Tuuuueeesday!"
He roamed through the theater, calling out as he made his way to the concessions/bar/kitchen. Grabbed a lime from the little basket that held his itty bitty limes from his very own lime tree and started cutting wedges.
"I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back...
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back.
I've been everywhere, and still I'm standing taaaaaaaaall
I've seen a million faces and I'vvvvvvveeeeee rocked them all!"