"Your own clothing," Jack repeated back. "And your shoes, and a little... well this stuff that was in a bottle, I'm guessing perfume. Bit of jewellery there too. Really, I just took what was to hand." He grinned at her, and shot her another wink. In truth, he'd been somewhat more selective than that, but that hardly told such a colourful story.
"And how the hell do you wear those things, by the way," he asked, "they're heavy. And I'm a big boy."
He grinned at her as he stood, his hands clasped behind his back, rocking a little on his feet.
"How about you put it on and we make ourselves a bit of an entrance."
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Date: 2010-07-12 10:43 pm (UTC)"And how the hell do you wear those things, by the way," he asked, "they're heavy. And I'm a big boy."
He grinned at her as he stood, his hands clasped behind his back, rocking a little on his feet.
"How about you put it on and we make ourselves a bit of an entrance."