JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"No - it's not the booze," Jack says; it's very obvious to him (and likely to anyone who sticks around Flora for more than a few minutes), but he feels as though she absolutely needs to hear it as well. Before he can get a good look at the ruined wasteland of her mind - before he can look upon the wreckage properly, and let the fuse on his temper ignite - her sticky lips are upon his and he has to practically peel her away to escape it.
"Come back to my place," he fires back, the redirect as necessary as his need to get her out of The Hanged Man and the plethora of other, distracting minds. "And tell me where you were all evenin', while you're at it? I wrote you." About four times, not that he's counting, but either way Flora hadn't answered. And he knows it's due to more than just drinking too fast.
"Come back to my place," he fires back, the redirect as necessary as his need to get her out of The Hanged Man and the plethora of other, distracting minds. "And tell me where you were all evenin', while you're at it? I wrote you." About four times, not that he's counting, but either way Flora hadn't answered. And he knows it's due to more than just drinking too fast.
are the angels on their way
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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