JACK
"Cowgirl," Jack greets, lifting the glass of dark spiced rum he's procured as he spots Colt cutting decisively through the party to get to the drinks table. He'd been quietly observing the attendees as they filter in, breaking off into groups or otherwise finding trees to lean against and people to pine over, watching in particular as another familiar blonde breaks off from her little private crowd to approach Bassian.
"You're too kind, but I reckon you can agree that it wasn't a difficult thing to fare better'n them." Scoffing and lifting his glass for another sip, he relishes the burn and the spice with a satisfied sort of grimace, leaning casually against the table. "Yours ended up more'n a bit of folded gauze, too. We can both be proud of our efforts."
Nodding out at the rest of the masquerade, he can't help but gesture vaguely towards Calypso and Nova and, inevitably, where Vesper is also sure to be lurking around. "Sure you've found the fight face to come an' talk to, though?"
"You're too kind, but I reckon you can agree that it wasn't a difficult thing to fare better'n them." Scoffing and lifting his glass for another sip, he relishes the burn and the spice with a satisfied sort of grimace, leaning casually against the table. "Yours ended up more'n a bit of folded gauze, too. We can both be proud of our efforts."
Nodding out at the rest of the masquerade, he can't help but gesture vaguely towards Calypso and Nova and, inevitably, where Vesper is also sure to be lurking around. "Sure you've found the fight face to come an' talk to, though?"
it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
