JACK
Narrowing his eyes, more at how casually good Flora looks arranged on his bed in her ragged lingerie, Jack sets the cracked bottle down on a silver plate so the rum won't spill all over his desk as it inevitably begins to melt. "Of course not," he tells her, reaching into a drawer to draw out a much smaller, much more expensive looking bottle. "Only for stuff that goes wrong that's your fault."
Smirking and uncorking it with his teeth, Jack pours a finger of liquor for each of them into a glass, before he finally returns to the bed. "If I remember right, you've raided my closet, my drawers, my stock, my pantry an' my shelves in the past - I ain't sure that's the threat you think it is," he says, sinking down into the sheets and offering her out a glass.
Smirking and uncorking it with his teeth, Jack pours a finger of liquor for each of them into a glass, before he finally returns to the bed. "If I remember right, you've raided my closet, my drawers, my stock, my pantry an' my shelves in the past - I ain't sure that's the threat you think it is," he says, sinking down into the sheets and offering her out a glass.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
