JACK
Jack's order is also rum, black as night and served over ice, and he raises his eyebrows back at Alex as she questions him: yes, really. "If I ain't mistaken, dinner is usually accompanied by some bullshit form of smalltalk, ain't it?" He shrugs, sipping at his drink and relaxing back in his seat. The index finger of his free hand absently taps out a metronome on the table; an old habit he'll never break.
"Ooh, how dramatic," he drawls, flashing her a grin over his glass. "Best be careful, though. Mutiny is as mutiny does. A crew who'll turn on one captain is more likely to turn on another one in time." He neither believes nor cares that she can drink him under the table. This isn't a party, and Jack's not here to blow out candles or dance.
"Ooh, how dramatic," he drawls, flashing her a grin over his glass. "Best be careful, though. Mutiny is as mutiny does. A crew who'll turn on one captain is more likely to turn on another one in time." He neither believes nor cares that she can drink him under the table. This isn't a party, and Jack's not here to blow out candles or dance.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
