[ The glare is water off a duck's back, really--he's used to glares, used to Looks, capital L, especially when he does things like this. All that matters to Rackham at the moment is the fact that he has a beautiful glass of alcohol in his hand and this whole place has the distinct feeling of illegal to it. Truly and utterly home.
He does glance over when the phrase that includes 'earth' is uttered, really taking him in--long silver hair, despite not looking old at all, is the thing that stands out the most. If the statement that he isn't from Earth wasn't a giveaway, his look certainly is, and Jack takes a half-second to let his eyes rake over him with curiousity before returning right back to his usual candor. He slips into the conversation like they'd always been chatting instead of accosting the gentleman only seconds prior. ]
Quite. Soft, a little musky on the aftertaste. Almost as divine as pineapple. [ His eyes narrow slightly, trying to figure out if the other has that in his world. ]
You certainly look like you're enjoying yourself. [ The sarcasm is palpable. ]
i love when dw doesn't give me notifs : ' )
He does glance over when the phrase that includes 'earth' is uttered, really taking him in--long silver hair, despite not looking old at all, is the thing that stands out the most. If the statement that he isn't from Earth wasn't a giveaway, his look certainly is, and Jack takes a half-second to let his eyes rake over him with curiousity before returning right back to his usual candor. He slips into the conversation like they'd always been chatting instead of accosting the gentleman only seconds prior. ]
Quite. Soft, a little musky on the aftertaste. Almost as divine as pineapple. [ His eyes narrow slightly, trying to figure out if the other has that in his world. ]
You certainly look like you're enjoying yourself. [ The sarcasm is palpable. ]