JACK
Oblivious to Aithne's presence in a way he'd normally be razor sharp to pick up on - and her apparent connection to Vesper - Jack has already sank a shot of liquor and is refilling another, doing the same for the young demigod and offering it out towards him. Suddenly it doesn't matter how the festival goes as long as he's able to view it through a glaze of reckless decision making and a high probability of forgetting it all, which is probably what also makes him a prime target for the shining crimson light of the blood moon.
He's unlacing a boot before he even realises he's done it, still sipping at his drink, and by the time the other is undone and he's kicking them off completely, the glass is empty on the stall counter. "Fuck these," he mutters, promptly yeeting them at the Everlasting Bonfire where, to the surprise of absolutely no one at all, they are quickly consumed by the flames.
Jack... throws his shoes into the fire.
He's unlacing a boot before he even realises he's done it, still sipping at his drink, and by the time the other is undone and he's kicking them off completely, the glass is empty on the stall counter. "Fuck these," he mutters, promptly yeeting them at the Everlasting Bonfire where, to the surprise of absolutely no one at all, they are quickly consumed by the flames.
Jack... throws his shoes into the fire.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
