JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"Bring a flask of white rum with you an' he'll be your friend for life," Jack advises, smirking to himself before turning his attention back to the rest of the Tide and Tonic as it settles around him like an old and familiar tune. He grins without needing to glance back at her as she cuts herself off, his shrug easy and knowing all in one; the silence that follows her thought is the story of his life, after all.
He senses the water magic thrum through her fingertips to chase the table's surface, the Captain watching with an interest that appears mild and amused to anyone glancing towards them, and his lips part to answer before he promptly stops himself. A second later, their server arrives with Jack's single malt and, to his quiet surprise, a measure of waterfall gin for The Ark.
Nodding his thanks and waiting until the server is back out of earshot, he finally turns properly towards her. "If you turned into a storm here, there'd be enough blades drawn, claws sharpened or magic raised to collapse the cellar on top of us," he says with a smirk. "Fisticuffs ain't unheard of, but if you're pullin' out magic you're askin' for a real fight."
As for luring one of them away, Jack laughs under his breath and raises his glass. "Depends on who you went after," he says; smart men are unpredictable in a way that the goons out at the docks will never be. "Some might refuse you outright. Others might go with you, assumin' you meant to stick a knife between their ribs. A few might even try'n lure you right back."
He senses the water magic thrum through her fingertips to chase the table's surface, the Captain watching with an interest that appears mild and amused to anyone glancing towards them, and his lips part to answer before he promptly stops himself. A second later, their server arrives with Jack's single malt and, to his quiet surprise, a measure of waterfall gin for The Ark.
Nodding his thanks and waiting until the server is back out of earshot, he finally turns properly towards her. "If you turned into a storm here, there'd be enough blades drawn, claws sharpened or magic raised to collapse the cellar on top of us," he says with a smirk. "Fisticuffs ain't unheard of, but if you're pullin' out magic you're askin' for a real fight."
As for luring one of them away, Jack laughs under his breath and raises his glass. "Depends on who you went after," he says; smart men are unpredictable in a way that the goons out at the docks will never be. "Some might refuse you outright. Others might go with you, assumin' you meant to stick a knife between their ribs. A few might even try'n lure you right back."
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
