JACK
Yeah, yeah, yeah, everyone's the drama, now get out of Jack's way. The captain has arrived with the Ark's crew in tow, assuring that the Hanged Man's reopening isn't going to lose too much of Torchline's true vibe - and maybe some of the burlier members have been explicitly told to break up fights and act as security, drunk or otherwise.
(Does he know, of course, that a lot of the fights are likely to be supernatural? Yes. Does he think it'll be funny to watch his crew try to split them up anyway? Also yes).
Making sure to slip by through the crowd such that Remi and Ronin won't see him slyly pat Flora on the ass on his way past, he cocks her a wink and a gruff nod. "Bar," he says, with all of the aplomb as if he's congratulated her on a fantastic opening night.
Nevertheless, it's to the bar he goes, thinking nothing of pouring himself a measure of the rum he's apparently approved. Oh, and he sticks his name in the stupid jar, too. Why not.
(Does he know, of course, that a lot of the fights are likely to be supernatural? Yes. Does he think it'll be funny to watch his crew try to split them up anyway? Also yes).
Making sure to slip by through the crowd such that Remi and Ronin won't see him slyly pat Flora on the ass on his way past, he cocks her a wink and a gruff nod. "Bar," he says, with all of the aplomb as if he's congratulated her on a fantastic opening night.
Nevertheless, it's to the bar he goes, thinking nothing of pouring himself a measure of the rum he's apparently approved. Oh, and he sticks his name in the stupid jar, too. Why not.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
