JACK
Jack is already reaching for another drink from - honestly - wherever he can get one, following Calypso's gaze across to the departing Doubletake and her haunted looking squeeze. Scoffing to himself and glancing sidelong at Caly for a brief moment, he's just settling in to get quite comfortably smashed in a way he rarely lets himself do, when Vesper is all brittle discomfort and thorny gazes.
Before he can say much of anything, the boy is fucking gone, and it gives Jack just enough time to blurt, "YOU'RE REALLY FUCKIN' GOOD AT THAT," before he catches himself, blinking a couple of times, and decides quite suddenly to find somewhere to sit down for a bit. "He is though," he says to Caly with a shrug, before, barefoot and with drink in hand, he flits away to get comfortable nearby.
Jack AGGRESSIVELY compliments Vesper's misty-stepping as he leaves.
Before he can say much of anything, the boy is fucking gone, and it gives Jack just enough time to blurt, "YOU'RE REALLY FUCKIN' GOOD AT THAT," before he catches himself, blinking a couple of times, and decides quite suddenly to find somewhere to sit down for a bit. "He is though," he says to Caly with a shrug, before, barefoot and with drink in hand, he flits away to get comfortable nearby.
Jack AGGRESSIVELY compliments Vesper's misty-stepping as he leaves.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
