JACK
"A... what?" A vampire gourd. A vampire gourd. Jack couldn't help it - in the face of the snarling little pumpkin with the jagged teeth and glowing eyes, he snorted out a laugh. It looked fucking ridiculous, bopping around and gnawing on the ankles of its mistress's enemies. And yet, here it was, alongside the little ginger wall who had so kindly held his weight. And who was apparently angry at him. Whatever.
Following her gaze to the groaning man, Jack shrugged. "I'unno. Don't care. He can stay out here til mornin' and be robbed an' likely worse. Or he'll pick his ass up and go home. Ain't my problem. Why, you want first dibbs?"
Following her gaze to the groaning man, Jack shrugged. "I'unno. Don't care. He can stay out here til mornin' and be robbed an' likely worse. Or he'll pick his ass up and go home. Ain't my problem. Why, you want first dibbs?"
