[SWE] bark at the moon

JACK

"Not in a bad way, though," Jack admits, smirking as he gazes through the throng; Ancients out for blood or sex or general debauchery, visitors in the mood for a good time either dipping a toe into the chaos or cannonballing into it directly, booze and food and fire in full flow. Letting it wash through him and using the absence of thought beside him as a curious sort of anchor, he takes another drag from his cigarette and cocks his head towards Vesper to hear him properly.

"Could be anyone," he says with a shrug of his shoulders. "Knowin' this place, someone might release a coop of chickens for people to chase, or it could be a legit black dragon." Only time will tell.

At that moment, though, a voice doesn't cut across proceedings exactly, but roars in a way that has several dozen heads turning. Jack doesn't know if any of those heads belong to Charlie - because that's who the voice is hollering for - but as he glances through the crowds of people it's enough to see Kaisel and a flicker of blonde--

Jack drops the cigarette that's suddenly on fire between his fingertips, swearing under his breath and crushing it out under his heel. "That's my cue to get drunk," he decides, smoothly knocking back his liquor and turning towards the nearest stall to get more. "Want one?"