the next best thing will do

JACK

Jack does, indeed, feel it when his magic patters against Charlie's mind to find it much hungrier than on his initial first pass, his curiosity piqued further and not just by rum and the promise of some hot and heavy pleasure in his immediate future. She promises trouble and he finds it every time he breathes, or so it seems; it's not a match made in heaven by anyone's estimations, but it's definitely something.

"That so? Me too," he says of being older than he looks (it's just a couple of years to Charlie's centuries, granted), and when she darts! away towards the door, his telepathy zones back in on her as quickly as it can. The Captain rises languidly to his feet, and taking one last pull directly from the bottle of liquor before setting it down and stepping out from the booth.

He doesn't announce his exit - doesn't even catch anyone's eye as he goes, sure in the knowledge that the crew of The Ark will still be fucking around and finding out by the time he returns. Soon enough he finds himself back at Charlie's side, the heat that whispers between them much more than mere fire and proximity.

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!