JACK
One leaves, most stay, and there's no interference from the queens in his nEw gUiLd'S future. That works for Jack, and he offers a smirk around at all of them. "Then it's settled," he says, taking a long pull from his drink and straightening up off the wall. "Welcome to the new an' improved Smugglers Guild, in that case. You got problems at Deepfrost, the Ark'll be in port all season. Make an appointment to see me in the Hanged Man, or leave a message."
For now, though? "Drink or take it with you - I ain't draggin' it back out." Jack raises his bottle in a cheers before moving to settle on an empty barrel, drawing a battered deck of cards out of his pocket. If anyone wants to stay and gamble the night away, they're more than fucking welcome.
If not, that concludes their business for now.
~FIN
For now, though? "Drink or take it with you - I ain't draggin' it back out." Jack raises his bottle in a cheers before moving to settle on an empty barrel, drawing a battered deck of cards out of his pocket. If anyone wants to stay and gamble the night away, they're more than fucking welcome.
If not, that concludes their business for now.
~FIN
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
