JACK
Ever a fan of Fuck It, Jack finds his smile growing a touch more crooked as he gives Wessex a similar dressing down with his eyes - it's better up close, he decides, and they can chat more about those teeth later if the situation should call for it. "Can't say I'm much of an information broker," he admits, which absolutely is not the same as not having the information she's after. And by the way his feet are already taking him up and away from the pier, having a tit-less drink is definitely on the cards, it seems.
"I don't get in the habit of makin' deals with strangers, either," he adds, despite peeling her name out of her thoughts with the same ease as he's able to imagine what a good time would look like. Pushing open the door to the Hanged Man, Jack leads them to a table on the shadier side of the bar, where there aren't windows for people to eavesdrop on them. "What's your poison?"
"I don't get in the habit of makin' deals with strangers, either," he adds, despite peeling her name out of her thoughts with the same ease as he's able to imagine what a good time would look like. Pushing open the door to the Hanged Man, Jack leads them to a table on the shadier side of the bar, where there aren't windows for people to eavesdrop on them. "What's your poison?"
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!
