Jack had skipped out on prom the night before. Watching children fumble toward each other in formalwear simply didn't sound very appealing, and anyhow there was a certain club in Baltimore that seemed much more deserving of his still-somewhat-one-note attention. (There were .... dancers. Very talented dancers. Though none, he had to admit, quite as ( Read more... )

Feeling a certain twitch just under his skin that his usual methods hadn't done much for, Jack had taken himself on a long walk through the city. He was surprised when he got home to see Sebastien waiting on the stoop in the shade of a spreading tree; usually he didn't chance even this much daylight ( Read more... )