JACK
In retrospect, it was the casual command from Raza that did it. Jack paused by the table to gaze down at her sharply, as if asking if she really, really wanted to do this. Upon finding that yes, she did, he snorted and started to walk away. "You've got VIP business down in Rae's Fingers now, Zeph. Wouldn't want to trouble you none," he said of the meeting with Remi. Anything else was lost, even with his telepathy, because Jack had stopped listening.
The door to the Hanged Man swung shut behind him; there were other places to drink at, ones that wouldn't shove his feet off the table or delegate him to sipping water like some boy fresh off the boat. Was it petty? Absolutely? Did it further his aims at all? Nope. But Jack was Jack, and he couldn't help it any more than the sea could help making waves.
{Jack out}
The door to the Hanged Man swung shut behind him; there were other places to drink at, ones that wouldn't shove his feet off the table or delegate him to sipping water like some boy fresh off the boat. Was it petty? Absolutely? Did it further his aims at all? Nope. But Jack was Jack, and he couldn't help it any more than the sea could help making waves.
{Jack out}
