i want to taste you again
"Yeah," Jack replies easily, "bait." With a smirk, he either ignores the eyes on him or feels just as comfortable under a gaze as out of it, stripping off his pants and thrusting them across at her. Lacing his boots once more, the request leaves him wearing only underwear and moonlight; Jack slips the knife into his boot, ties the twine around the opposite ankle, and tucks a single cigarette and match behind his ear for later.
Looking Iris up and down, as if noticing her notice, he can only scoff. "Get a few more years experience under your belt, then maybe you'll be more'n bait," he suggests; for all of her swagger and ideas, Jack's been at this game since he was her age. Perhaps that's why he likes her - she reminds him a bit of him. Except filthy rich. "We done here?"
Looking Iris up and down, as if noticing her notice, he can only scoff. "Get a few more years experience under your belt, then maybe you'll be more'n bait," he suggests; for all of her swagger and ideas, Jack's been at this game since he was her age. Perhaps that's why he likes her - she reminds him a bit of him. Except filthy rich. "We done here?"
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
