JACK
"In Torchline? Guarantee it." Jack grinned a shit-eating grin as he left the other man soaking wet, watching him prowl away to the bar and leave his telepathic range. "Ahem, queen," he corrected, itching at the scruff on his chin and occupying himself in looking, briefly, for the lady of the conversation. Alas Raza was nowhere to be seen to teach Zeph the error of his ways.
Ah, but then Zephyr was back and kicking him and giving him water again and fuck this for a good time. Snarling his annoyance at having his legs forcefully removed from the table - and it was a very well-known ally indeed who could get away with such behaviour - Jack righted himself and toasted to his health as well. "May my shins be steel and my aim be true," he said.
"Anyway. New Torchline Governor. Know much about him?"
Ah, but then Zephyr was back and kicking him and giving him water again and fuck this for a good time. Snarling his annoyance at having his legs forcefully removed from the table - and it was a very well-known ally indeed who could get away with such behaviour - Jack righted himself and toasted to his health as well. "May my shins be steel and my aim be true," he said.
"Anyway. New Torchline Governor. Know much about him?"
