JACK
Inclining his head towards Vesper at his call to the bartender - he was going to ask for the bottle if the demigod didn't - Jack settles back in his seat to absently brush the frost from his fingers, letting it melt and steam as it hits the warmth of the table. At least it isn't fire any more, the element having coiled itself inside him for all but his worst feelings, and perhaps it's a sign of healing or some shit, that thinking about Flora doesn't quite inspire the flames like it once did.
A room without consequences, though? His eyes flick up and back at Vesper to hear as much, and though his expression is as quietly blank as always, he doubts neither of them need to think very hard to imagine the sort of things that might go on behind that particular closed door. "And it's in the Grounds?" he repeats, a smile starting to play along his mouth. "Should've guessed the Ancients would have somethin' like that."
Glancing up as the bottle comes to land on their table, Jack reaches for it to uncork it and gives both of their glasses - now with plenty of ice in them - a refill. "You gonna go see what it's all about? If it's worthwhile maybe I'll give it a look."
A room without consequences, though? His eyes flick up and back at Vesper to hear as much, and though his expression is as quietly blank as always, he doubts neither of them need to think very hard to imagine the sort of things that might go on behind that particular closed door. "And it's in the Grounds?" he repeats, a smile starting to play along his mouth. "Should've guessed the Ancients would have somethin' like that."
Glancing up as the bottle comes to land on their table, Jack reaches for it to uncork it and gives both of their glasses - now with plenty of ice in them - a refill. "You gonna go see what it's all about? If it's worthwhile maybe I'll give it a look."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
