bad decisions make for great stories

*Jack* · 01-01-2023, 01:24 AM

It was strange, the proximity. The two of them were strangely close together, and Jack was... comfortable? That was a problem. Being this close together with a stranger. A pair built out of circumstance, an odd duo, and yet? This was okay. Things certainly could have been worse this evening. Things could have been far, far worse for Jack tonight. Instead, this was a comfortable sort of arrangement, a comfortable sort of agreement between two vagabonds. Nothing more, nothing less. A ceasefire. An armistice between two parties that realized they'd likely be worse on their own.

"Farther north, fucken madman," a grin, a chuckle. Jack was fairly bold where she rested, slumped, allowing her tired bones to rest on the bed that Deion had assembled for himself. He'd shared his hideaway, his food, his wine. Sharing his bed? Well... who knew if it would be in more ways than one tonight. Jack was a hedonistic creature, not one to deny herself... really anything. She'd never been known to deny herself anything, frankly. "Can't imagine anywhere north of here being lovely," a soft grumbling as she drank by Deion's side.

The cooked meat pulled off the fire, a gorgeous rare cook. A bottle of wine and a good dinner, lady luck was on her side tonight. She shifted to reach out for a bite of the roasted meat, her hip and thigh resting against the man as she did. Warmth of meat, warmth of food, warmth of company... warmth from the contact between them, something that Jack couldn't be assed to shy from. Not now. Maybe that was a bit dizzying.

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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