it's not your fault that you're always wrong
”An’ yet here you are, not at port, botherin’ me. Dunno what you’re after, love, but we’re closed right this minute.” Would Jack, in his right mind and given two chances, miss the opportunity to bed Eloise? Absolutely not. But with one side of his head currently deciding that it wasn’t having any of his shit, he had little choice in the matter.
Oh but she wasn’t leaving at all. No, she was getting closer! Super.
”Like you’d give a fuck if I did,” he grumbled, barely moving save to glare up at her. The blankets weren’t even really necessary, given the heat of torchline, though if Eloise decided to tear them off she’d have quite the surprise. The captain couldn’t have his hands down his pants - he slept bollock naked.
Oh but she wasn’t leaving at all. No, she was getting closer! Super.
”Like you’d give a fuck if I did,” he grumbled, barely moving save to glare up at her. The blankets weren’t even really necessary, given the heat of torchline, though if Eloise decided to tear them off she’d have quite the surprise. The captain couldn’t have his hands down his pants - he slept bollock naked.
