A little voice, a little quiet voice in the back of Jack's mind told him none to gently 'NO'. It shouted at him that this isn't why he'd come here. That he shouldn't be getting involved or joining in or having fun. He shouldn't be... well, acting like Jack Harkness.
He was here to visit, nothing more. To quench his thirst for seeing Earth again. Brush past it, but don't touch it. Don't leave a mark. Just be the shadow of a ghost. But here he was, about to grab it firmly and scrunch it up in his hand.
But then he never really was one for following his own instruction. And that little voice was very small. He could easily ignore it.
"Well French society sounds just up my alley," he grinned at her. "And I'd hate to refuse a party."
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Date: 2009-11-28 03:45 am (UTC)He was here to visit, nothing more. To quench his thirst for seeing Earth again. Brush past it, but don't touch it. Don't leave a mark. Just be the shadow of a ghost. But here he was, about to grab it firmly and scrunch it up in his hand.
But then he never really was one for following his own instruction. And that little voice was very small. He could easily ignore it.
"Well French society sounds just up my alley," he grinned at her. "And I'd hate to refuse a party."