JACK
"Yeah, an' I'm lookin' for a stiff drink an' a great set of tits," comes the gruff call back down the gangplank towards Wessex. The man of the hour is at home, as it happens, but he's busy taking stock of everything on the Ark, and when he appears at the side of the ship it's with a ledger in hand and a pencil between his teeth. Blue eyes flash up to glance at the Wraith on the docks, Jack giving her a cursory look up and down before letting out a sigh and snapping the ledger shut.
"A stiff drink it is," he mutters, taking the pencil from his teeth to tuck it behind his ear instead, before leaning his elbows against the dark, polished wood and addressing her properly. "You lookin' for trouble or a good time? The answer'll depend on whether you find Jack," he informs her.
"A stiff drink it is," he mutters, taking the pencil from his teeth to tuck it behind his ear instead, before leaning his elbows against the dark, polished wood and addressing her properly. "You lookin' for trouble or a good time? The answer'll depend on whether you find Jack," he informs her.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
