JACK
Jack didn't need the water, but he set the glass down beside him nonetheless as it was slid back across the table. He listened quietly by as the conversation spilled out all around him, both to things that were said and things that weren't. He stifled a snort; Zephyr wanted to get involved, he bet - it was easy enough to say no if he weren't so eager to make an impression and stay busy. Fuck whatever deal they were originally making too, apparently.
"You'd think it was in his best interest, wouldn't you," he drawled on the subject of his new buddy the Governor. "I'll meet with him, see if I can point him in your direction. For now, three's a crowd, and I'll leave you to it." Jack rose to his feet. Not like he had much of a chance of getting drunk around the two of them, anyway. Ironic, for a bar.
"You'd think it was in his best interest, wouldn't you," he drawled on the subject of his new buddy the Governor. "I'll meet with him, see if I can point him in your direction. For now, three's a crowd, and I'll leave you to it." Jack rose to his feet. Not like he had much of a chance of getting drunk around the two of them, anyway. Ironic, for a bar.
