JACK
"Oh? Shit that serious still?" Jack drawls, following Vesper down towards the tavern with barely a glance back over his shoulder at the sound of a half-frozen mud creature slapping against the surface of the dock water. When they'd spoken back at Longnight he'd known it wasn't exactly a casual bit of parenting he'd accidentally found himself doing, but that Vesper had gone ahead with his plan to come up here and that he's still keeping his distance...
Whistling low under his breath and ducking in through the door as well, Jack pulls his hands from his pockets at last to unbutton and shrug out of his coat. "I'll save constructin' the bar on The Ark until you decide either one of you has had enough," he decides, turning to select a table as Vesper orders from them. Tucked in the corner enough that they'll have their backs to the wall, it nevertheless gives a nice little view of the tavern comings and goings; in short, Jack's favourite seat in any bar.
"Huh, that thing again?" He glances briefly towards the poster. "Last time they had it, it was up on Peekaboo Rise, I think they call it? Won't be surprised if it's a fuckin' washout if they have it here a second time."
Whistling low under his breath and ducking in through the door as well, Jack pulls his hands from his pockets at last to unbutton and shrug out of his coat. "I'll save constructin' the bar on The Ark until you decide either one of you has had enough," he decides, turning to select a table as Vesper orders from them. Tucked in the corner enough that they'll have their backs to the wall, it nevertheless gives a nice little view of the tavern comings and goings; in short, Jack's favourite seat in any bar.
"Huh, that thing again?" He glances briefly towards the poster. "Last time they had it, it was up on Peekaboo Rise, I think they call it? Won't be surprised if it's a fuckin' washout if they have it here a second time."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
