bad decisions make for great stories
deion
12-31-2022, 03:13 AM
They'd both be finishing their drinks, there was no doubt about that. Something in her bones just... yeah, she knew. With each sip there was less tension in her bones, Jack becoming more comfortable within the environment. Though it was a crypt, there was a certain amount of warmth. Yes a strange warmth. The alcoholic warmth that seemed to take her over as the booze soaked her system. Maybe she was smiling more than usual. Maybe she was more relaxed than usual. The northern reaches, that made sense. "All these years and you've never frozen your nuts off?" A sly, mischievous grin. "Pleasure is mine," maybe it wouldn't hurt to be at least a bit charming. Just Jack things, of course. The laughter between them is equal parts brass and something else. Kindred spirits, maybe. Spirits in more ways than one. Maybe if Jack ever stayed in one place, sorted her shit out, she'd find a way to put together the good stuff. It was an awful lotta work, likely one of the reasons it was so expensive. There was something to be said about getting smashed on your own shit-- or a friend's. Even if it was a friend that she'd just shaped out of a stranger. "Blame the uh, bad apple crop this year 'er something," a wink, and a glimmer in her brilliant blue eyes. Jack relaxed, sinking onto the hide around her. Actually relaxing, well for the first time in hell if she knew how long. "Even if it is pretty fucken good," not playing the flattery game, simply and genuinely enjoying herself. It had been far too long since she'd taken a break from the just surviving thing. Jack O’Malley looking half a corpse and half a god |
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