A now tipsy Black gently hummed as he sort of just stared at Jack for a while. He was being surprisingly silent, especially considering how fucking talkative he usually was when he was drunk. The main reason for that was his brain was sort of empty for a little bit. That didn't last long, though, as he suddenly huffed out, "Do you hate people too? I mean, that's the only reason I can think of that you live alone and try not to interact with people. Or a hermit, whatever the fuck it's called, I don't give a shit at all. Anyway, I hope you know that I still know you're hiding something from me, though I ain't gonna pressure you right now.. By the way, you should get your arm checked out, that's... Getting pretty bad. Whatever, on a different note, munchies. Got any food?"
Jack peered deeply in his almost empty beer pint. He rubbed his throbbing temples before taking another swing.
"hate people?" he barked (pun intended) out a laughter. "Oh ya. I do hate them, but most notably they seem to hate me as well." it's probably your charming personality Jack.
He frowned as the werewolf slowly scratches his chin. Unlike Black he was more of a slowed down drunk. Reacting to things 4 seconds late and frowning a lot. Even alcohol couldn't bring a smile on this grumpy man's face.
"I have many secrets, but I got a hunch that you have your own fair share of them," Jack bounced back. Reaching for his arm and scratched the still fresh looking marks. "Hu?" his gaze dipped to said arm. Another frown.
"Oh you're right," he said. Sluggishly. "Maybe a doctor can uh.. Dip some salt on it or whatever they do." Another long pause. "Oh yes, munchies! I'd like some chickens please. Uh.. I meant wings. Not entire chickens, of course."
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Jacques Howlard
A now tipsy Black gently hummed as he sort of just stared at Jack for a while. He was being surprisingly silent, especially considering how fucking talkative he usually was when he was drunk. The main reason for that was his brain was sort of empty for a little bit. That didn't last long, though, as he suddenly huffed out, "Do you hate people too? I mean, that's the only reason I can think of that you live alone and try not to interact with people. Or a hermit, whatever the fuck it's called, I don't give a shit at all. Anyway, I hope you know that I still know you're hiding something from me, though I ain't gonna pressure you right now.. By the way, you should get your arm checked out, that's... Getting pretty bad. Whatever, on a different note, munchies. Got any food?"
3 years, 5 months ago
Jack peered deeply in his almost empty beer pint. He rubbed his throbbing temples before taking another swing. "hate people?" he barked (pun intended) out a laughter. "Oh ya. I do hate them, but most notably they seem to hate me as well." it's probably your charming personality Jack. He frowned as the werewolf slowly scratches his chin. Unlike Black he was more of a slowed down drunk. Reacting to things 4 seconds late and frowning a lot. Even alcohol couldn't bring a smile on this grumpy man's face. "I have many secrets, but I got a hunch that you have your own fair share of them," Jack bounced back. Reaching for his arm and scratched the still fresh looking marks. "Hu?" his gaze dipped to said arm. Another frown. "Oh you're right," he said. Sluggishly. "Maybe a doctor can uh.. Dip some salt on it or whatever they do." Another long pause. "Oh yes, munchies! I'd like some chickens please. Uh.. I meant wings. Not entire chickens, of course."
3 years, 5 months ago