JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"I ain't gonna argue with that," Jack says of his front row seat, the captain smiling to himself all over again at the memory of her tumbling arse over tit into the water. Casting a sidelong glance at her - because that's a very pretty lie she's spinning there - he thinks it's all going very well indeed when the R word slips through her thoughts like whatever's the opposite of rohypnol.
That's not a name he's heard in a long time, and honestly, it's sort of one he hopes stays the fuck away from Torchline. (Chance would be a fine thing, Jack). "Gin it is," he drawls. "Sure we can find somethin' for your refined tastes." He holds out the pipe for her to take a draw if she likes. "Call me Jack," he adds. "You drown in Torchline often?"
That's not a name he's heard in a long time, and honestly, it's sort of one he hopes stays the fuck away from Torchline. (Chance would be a fine thing, Jack). "Gin it is," he drawls. "Sure we can find somethin' for your refined tastes." He holds out the pipe for her to take a draw if she likes. "Call me Jack," he adds. "You drown in Torchline often?"
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead
'til i'm dead
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
