full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
Nerfarious meetings. Alchemist. And a husband far, far away. Noted.
Sipping at this glass of whisky a little less like a man who hadn't had a drink in days, Jack glanced over the ledger that remained stubbornly blank - because why would he expect it to be any other way? "But it ain't a friendly conversation," he said, smirking and still examining the ledger.
"You're right - sounds like somethin' infinitely useful to a man like myself. How strangely fortuitous." He raised his eyebrows, as if inviting Remi to cut to the point whenever he felt like it. Jack didn't give a shit about friendly conversation on his first night at shore, and if Remi wasn't going to offer himself up for a good fucking, Jack's patience was guaranteed to be limited.
"Prove it does what you say it does. An' to that end - to what do I owe the pleasure, random stranger on the beach?"
Sipping at this glass of whisky a little less like a man who hadn't had a drink in days, Jack glanced over the ledger that remained stubbornly blank - because why would he expect it to be any other way? "But it ain't a friendly conversation," he said, smirking and still examining the ledger.
"You're right - sounds like somethin' infinitely useful to a man like myself. How strangely fortuitous." He raised his eyebrows, as if inviting Remi to cut to the point whenever he felt like it. Jack didn't give a shit about friendly conversation on his first night at shore, and if Remi wasn't going to offer himself up for a good fucking, Jack's patience was guaranteed to be limited.
"Prove it does what you say it does. An' to that end - to what do I owe the pleasure, random stranger on the beach?"
