JACK
Having assumed the S.S Situationship to be all but dead in the water since that meeting at Aumakua when he'd left by himself - don't make me walk away from this stupid lighthouse without you, he'd pleaded, and even now the weakness and vulnerability in the words make him mildly queasy - Jack steps properly into the guildhall as if it's any other meeting. He does at least take a second to button his shirt, still left open as Vesper had seen him earlier in the day, but he doubts Flora wants to stare at the snake nestled against his ribs, and nods at the offer.
"Somethin' with a mixer," he requests, having had quite a bit of neat liquor in the past hour, enough to stick to his bones, but he'd quite like to slow it down a bit now. Sidling onto a barstool opposite where she's stepped behind the counter, he leans an elbow against it and fishes in his back pocket for his cigarettes and matchbook. "Sorry for bargin' in here without warnin'." The Hanged Man, he means. "Arranged a meetin', only realised after where it was."
"Somethin' with a mixer," he requests, having had quite a bit of neat liquor in the past hour, enough to stick to his bones, but he'd quite like to slow it down a bit now. Sidling onto a barstool opposite where she's stepped behind the counter, he leans an elbow against it and fishes in his back pocket for his cigarettes and matchbook. "Sorry for bargin' in here without warnin'." The Hanged Man, he means. "Arranged a meetin', only realised after where it was."
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
