But I know this much is true: I wanna do bad things with you...

[godofcologne]

Being who he was and what he was meant that Thomas was used to his share of the unpredictable. True, most of the time that unpredictability came in the form of a faerie assassin's flaming arrow to the face or an obnoxious little brother's latest plan to save his ass and the world, but Thomas liked to think he was used to the unpredictable.

What he

Comments

[jackedthename]

Chicago. The US wasn't generally Jack's favorite place to hang about in, though many people believed he was from some little town in the middle of nowhere, Ohio. However, exceptions could be made, especially when there were people of the more interesting variety to meet. Which is one of the reasons why he'd come to Chicago, to be honest. All sorts of intriguing rumours about the place were easily heard when you work in the business of hunting down weird things

[godofcologne]

Thomas indulged himself in a few seconds of imagining the amount of overtime his overzealous employees had earned themselves before pushing open the door to the bar. He walked in, wearing his usual arrogance like a second skin, and gave the hostess who waved him to the bar a whiter-than-white smile as he bowed over her hand and made some inconsequential comment about her hair.

As he straightened, his eyes swept the room with efficiency born of long practice. An exit through the kitchen and another through the large plate glass windows out front. A couple in a dimly lit corner whispering banal nothings. An older woman nursing a glass of wine. And a dark haired man lounging at the bar. A smirk tugged at the corner of Thomas' mouth as he made his way to the bar. "I was told by zee trio of very wicked young ladies to ask for Jacques," he drawled, the French accent still firmly in place. "I am guessing zey meant 'ou, cher, and not zee woman with zee Burgandy."

[jackedthename]

"Not unless she's wearing a very clever disguise," Jack agreed, and turned to fully inspect the man standing next to him. "Thomas, I presume?" He gave Thomas a very thorough once-over, eyes lingering appreciatively on those leather pants. Mayb he should have decided on wearing something different, instead of his usual trapped in the 1940s look. Whatever. It worked for him, and he liked it, anyway. More to the point, the stunning blonde girl hadn't been wrong. This date was certainly going to be a nice welcome to Chicago.

"As you so aptly guessed, I'm Jack," he continued, and gave Thomas his very best charming smile. "Pleased to meet you."

[godofcologne]

"Oui," Thomas answered, a fleck of silver dancing through his eyes as he caught Jack's appreciative glance. Hours at the salon had fed the demon, but the very idea of a deeper feeding, of more life and the taste of flesh, more than the tiny sips he allowed it, was enough to make the Hunger stir, interest piqued.

Thomas was going to kill those three.

"Enchanté" he drawled back after ordering a Sazarac from the bartender. He'd have preferred a Mac's pale, but that would have been far too at odds with the persona he assumed. He leaned against the bar, all loose-limbed negligent grace, and chuckled. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"