JACK
”Don’t flatter yourself - I’ve seen more personality in your soup,” Jack shoots back at the cook, hunting around himself for any sign of a mark - any sign that someone has been here, where one normally wouldn’t be. ”Ain’t your pretty face I’m interested in, it’s your overinflated muscles.” Drawing again on the cigarette, Jack sits back on his heels and takes a second to squint up at the sky, as if tracking invisible stars overhead.
He pulls a face at Saiden’s description; it’s apt enough to make the captain shrink back from the idea, even without feeling the cook’s distaste for the place. Mention of the third Governor sours his mood further, and Jack rises to his feet and stretches. ”I feel like I backed the wrong horse” he grumbles. ”Helped to put a man on top and all he’s done is fuck around and leave. I’ve a mind to have a word with the new one.”
He pulls a face at Saiden’s description; it’s apt enough to make the captain shrink back from the idea, even without feeling the cook’s distaste for the place. Mention of the third Governor sours his mood further, and Jack rises to his feet and stretches. ”I feel like I backed the wrong horse” he grumbles. ”Helped to put a man on top and all he’s done is fuck around and leave. I’ve a mind to have a word with the new one.”
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
