JACK
Jack is still staring incredulously down at the vial, as if asking it what the fuck it's doing on the floor, when Maeve pipes up. "I couldn't have chosen the one filled with massage oils," he drawls, though he does step back to allow Melita to go and get the mop and bucket and start cleaning it up. The spare bottle is taken care of, as is the poison and the broken glass, so Jack busies himself in finishing up with the cataloguing and organising.
And once that's done, he absolutely goes wandering off, only to return with what looks like an expensive bottle of wine and three glasses. Pouring them all a measure, he lifts his own in a toast. "Cheers, for givin' us a place to conduct shady shit without havin' to sit in the draughty old Fingers."
And once that's done, he absolutely goes wandering off, only to return with what looks like an expensive bottle of wine and three glasses. Pouring them all a measure, he lifts his own in a toast. "Cheers, for givin' us a place to conduct shady shit without havin' to sit in the draughty old Fingers."
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!
