Jack Frost stumbles into the bar, fresh from Nepal and looking like he's never ever been happier in his entire life.

All he needs is some food to bring back.

But he can stand to get a drink of fresh water, first.

Jack Frost is not sure
Why we are using haiku
But will roll with it.

[OOM: 'She is the mirror of my heart' - At the river, things are set to right.]

Jack of the Frost is back in the bar, with a box. He's trying to tie ribbon around it, like a present, and it's failing utterly.

Ribbon is too damned fiddly.

So, Christmas is over, and Jack survived it. He's in the bar, curled up in a chair eating a cranberry roll. Next comes New Years, as he recalls, where everyone just gets really drunk. (That's the only point of it he could find ( Read more... )

Frost, looking mildly disturbed, is lounging in a chair in the middle of the bar.

He's also drinking a glass of something strange looking, and definitely alcoholic.

He needs it right now.

It has been an eventful few days, and Jack, looking a little worse for wear, is tucked in a booth. He's nursing a glass of water, and looking a little bit dazed.

(Strip clubs with Satan do that to a person.)

He's also clutching a certain note, looking a bit repentant.

People watching, one would suppose, is a much more intriguing activity when there are interesting people to watch. Not that there are any truly interesting people, dear. (Not after a couple millennia of them, at least.) But you make do with what you are given ( Read more... )

Jack of the Frost has not had any chocolate recently. He's in the bar, with a glass of water at his fingertips, which he's playing with absentmindedly as he watches the crowds around him.

Fascinating place.

[oom: Once upon a time there was a ballet.

Which is to say, millitimed to an age ago.]