JACK
Outlander from the Hollowed Grounds? Figures. Jack took another sip of his drink as he heard her out, and his smirk would be visible behind his glass. ”Shame you weren’t. Torchline was worse off for it,” he said, making no secret of the way he let his eyes wander over her. Setting his drink down, he relaxed further into his seat and propped a leg up on the empty seat on the other side of the table.
”Call me Jack,” he said. ”I captain a ship called The Ark. We’ll be sailin’ out after Longnight, so this is about the last chance I’ll have to sit an’ have a decent drink. Especially with such fine company.” Grinning, he let blue eyes dance across the rest of the bar for a moment, magic sharp for disturbances. ”And who are you?”
”Call me Jack,” he said. ”I captain a ship called The Ark. We’ll be sailin’ out after Longnight, so this is about the last chance I’ll have to sit an’ have a decent drink. Especially with such fine company.” Grinning, he let blue eyes dance across the rest of the bar for a moment, magic sharp for disturbances. ”And who are you?”
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
