"I was always told never to accept drinks from strangers," Jack smirked back, enjoying the back and forth. "But don't you worry," he leaned towards him a little, as if to tell him something confidential, and he whispered, "I'm much more than a pretty face."
He frowned when he saw the screwdriver. It looked familiar. Maybe he'd seen one somewhere before. "What's that?" he asked, pulling a slight face and gesturing a hand out towards the device.
"Wait is that French?" He found himself following behind the Doctor at a quicker pace. It's a good job he didn't notice it. Jack Harkness didn't do the following.
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Date: 2010-01-03 08:26 am (UTC)He frowned when he saw the screwdriver. It looked familiar. Maybe he'd seen one somewhere before. "What's that?" he asked, pulling a slight face and gesturing a hand out towards the device.
"Wait is that French?" He found himself following behind the Doctor at a quicker pace. It's a good job he didn't notice it. Jack Harkness didn't do the following.