JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"Well ain't you sweet." Jack stubs out his cigarette and accepts the drink from Mik, raising his glass before knocking it back in one. It doesn't touch him these days, drink or smoke or drugs or sex - it's all just habit. But Zeph might be able to help with that, and Jack hopes very hard that the fact that he hasn't just gone in swinging might prove to this curse that he really does want to please the dockhand, most days.
"Much as that's true, I gotta get this black eye off you," he murmurs. And with that, he waits until Zeph is facing him good and proper, and then goes for it. Jack's fast, at least, and he doesn't aim for a cheekbone or anything. But he does put his whole strength behind it, just in case curses can tell about that sort of thing.
Once it's done, he taps the bar for Mik to supply Zeph with as many more drinks as he can handle, claps the dockhand on the shoulder, then rises to his feet. "Pleasure doin' business with you," he calls over his shoulder on the way out.
~FIN
"Much as that's true, I gotta get this black eye off you," he murmurs. And with that, he waits until Zeph is facing him good and proper, and then goes for it. Jack's fast, at least, and he doesn't aim for a cheekbone or anything. But he does put his whole strength behind it, just in case curses can tell about that sort of thing.
Once it's done, he taps the bar for Mik to supply Zeph with as many more drinks as he can handle, claps the dockhand on the shoulder, then rises to his feet. "Pleasure doin' business with you," he calls over his shoulder on the way out.
~FIN
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!
