[01: video] - I hold out for one more drink Before I think I’m looking too desperately

[godofcologne]

[The video flicks on to reveal a dark haired man, grey eyed and looking somewhere between weary and pissed. He's also soaked to the skin, his shirt plastered to a just-muscular-enough chest and dark dark hair dripping wetly into his eyes. For someone who looks like he's been wandering in the rain for an hour or so, Thomas still manages to look very

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[jackedthename]

[Ooh, Jack likes what he sees. Handsome, wet, slightly drunk? Alright, though, he supposes he shouldn't hit on the new arrivals immediately.]

Trust me, mate, if there were a liquor store here I'd have found it already.

[godofcologne]

[and becoming less drunk by the moment. He'd rather be moving in the other direction, thank you. But he's slowly resigning himself to the fact that that isn't going to happen, and is making peace with inevitable sobriety.]

So I should be grateful that we're all up a dry creek, sweetheart? That's depressingly bleak.

[jackedthename]

Ooh, no, there's alcohol around. You just have to look in the right places. [He pauses to give Thomas his best charming smile and a bit of a wave.]

Welcome to Adstringendum, I guess. I'm Jack Harkness.

[godofcologne]

And let me guess, you know where those places are? [that smile gets Jack a smirk right back. Some things Thomas doesn't need to be sober for.]

Thomas Raith. Any idea how I get back to Chicago?

[jackedthename]

A few of them, yeah.

[There's a smirk right back, along with a shrug.]. You can't. Else I'd be in Cardiff by now. But I promise I'm good company.

[godofcologne]

[a sigh. But then there isn't all that much back for him in Chicago, is there? His little brother's empty grave. Justine... But she'd be alright without him, had been for a long time.]

A promise isn't worth much since I don't know you, darling. Think you're going to have to do better than that.

[jackedthename]

No, but I'd like to know you. How about a tour? It's not exactly safe to be out by yourself after dark, here.

[godofcologne]

[That makes Thomas laugh, the sound rising from deep in his throat to bubble up slow]

You always make it this hard to say no? Or are you just worried the monsters'll get me before you do?

[jackedthename]

When I see something I like, yeah. [Have a small smirk.]

[godofcologne]

[and smirks right back]

I bet you say that to all the devastatingly good looking guys who show up drunk.

[jackedthename]

Surprisingly enough, you're the only one who's shown up drunk that I've run into. It's always nice to see a man who appreciates his own good looks. [He's not lying. He appreciates his own good looks as well! :D]

[godofcologne]

Not appreciating it would be a crime against humanity.

[that earns Jack a laugh.] Guess it's your lucky day then, Jack.

[jackedthename]

Can't have that, can we?

[And he laughs right back.] Well, I met you, that much is obvious.

[godofcologne]

[there's nothing but the sound of rich, roiling laughter for a long moment, then Thomas runs his hand through his hair and grins at the PCD.]

Flatterer. I'm guessing you'll tell me you can keep the promises your mouth makes too.

[jackedthename]

I wouldn't make them if I couldn't, darling. [He grins right back. And he is telling the truth. He doesn't make promises he can't keep. Unless it's for Torchwood reasons.]

[godofcologne]

[there's a spark of something bright silver in Thomas' eyes, and he tries to reel the Hunger back. This is all too new and the last thing he need is to let that particular problem run the show. Not now, not just yet, even if his darker instincts were screaming to feed and have enough power to take whatever could come.]

I'll keep that in mind, handsome. [he raises an eyebrow at Jack] Unless you think the novelty will rub off soon.