"Peter start the car. There's somewhere I need to be." Said Jack to his associate, Peter Edwards. Jack had employed Peter to be his driver when he found him begging for chance underneath a subway bridge in Old City District, Philadelphia. He worked for Jack for many, many years. 

Jack was heading down town, as he had been invited to a few drinks to celebrate Godfather Ronin being promoted to Godfather, and ConnorMcDavid being giving permission to go out on his in this very city. It had been quite an emotional night, and Jack was going to miss how things used to be. He enjoyed seeing Connor around the headquarters, and he had known the man for quite some time now. Fuck it, it was time to move on.

He made his way down to The Bamboo Lounge, where the celebrations were taking place. To be honest, he wasn't sure why he had been invited there seeing as how he owned it, but he was too emotional to even think about shit like that. He was also a little shitfaced as he had just polished off a bottle of Canadian whiskey. It was a good night for it!

"You can come in for one, Peter. It's a good night for it, my friend." Together, Jack made his way into The Bamboo Lounge with Peter and there he remained for the next few hours. When it was time for Jack to go home, he handed over the keys to DeanWinchester and Jack asked him to lock up when they was done. He trusted Dean to do this, but he knew that he was going to fucking trash the place and invite some hookers over for the night. Jack would probably have to order some more booze the following morning.

"Take me for a drive, Pete. I'm not quite ready to head off home just yet." Jack instructed Peter. He wanted to just drive around town, and contemplating what things held in store for him. He always did have ambition, but he knew that he had to show what he was made of. Perhaps now was the time for Jack to step out of the shadows, and show his uppers what he could do. It was definitely time, and Jack was going to show them all what he could do.