bad decisions make for great stories

*Jack* · 12-31-2022, 01:51 AM

Pretty doesn't serve when you're like Jack. She didn't need to be pretty. Jack was smart, charming, and debonair. It was all she needed, and she could only be as much as she was. Something like that. She relaxed easily into the company, settling down within reach of the bottle. This wasn't so bad, at least with the assurances that hung between them. "That's a deal I'll take." She's calm, placid even. Deceptively so, and happy to feel the warmth of the booze on her bones. It would chase some of the chill off for now.

Carefully, she settled down inside what felt like a reasonable proximity. "Nah, I got caught out exploring." It's enough of an explanation for now. "You don't seem bothered by the cold," it's a gruff but maybe curious observation. Her tail thumped softly at her haunches as she took a long sip of the mead. Not bad, not bad at all. "Name's Jack O'Malley." Right, only seemed right that she offer that much information. Something of herself, a rare offering.

The fire and the alcohol does wonders for her nerves. Aches that had gathered in her travels, those too started to wane. It was a good turn to what could have been a disastrous evening. "Did you make this yourself?" Small talk was dogshit, but her curiosity is genuine.

Jack O’Malley
looking half a corpse
and half a god

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bad decisions make for great stories

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