f r e s h

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

Cute? Thanks, doll. Jack does take the opportunity to let blazing blue eyes rake over her curves (new? did she used to be a dude or something?), and he's definitely not disappointed, drawing again on the pipe between his lips. "Ain't sure it's private if you showed the whole beach," he drawls, huffing out a whorl of smoke. "But you did give me a laugh, so I s'pose I owe you a drink at least until you dry off." Isn't like it's going to cost him anything really, is it?

"What's your poison?" he asks, turning to walk down the beach towards where the Hanged Man sprawls out onto the sands. "Nice crown, by the way." He's referring, of course, to the seaweed on her head.

full speed ahead
'til i'm dead