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[_to_the_bone]

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.

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[misterparker]

Parker comes by, snags a beer off of a rat's tray.

"Hey," he says, casually, sliding across. "You look fucked."

[_to_the_bone]

Jack goes bright red.

"It was not my fault! There was a stripper and a lapdance and a good half bottle of vodka between us and then Belial and..."

He trails off with a helpless sound.

Yes, eventful night.

[misterparker]

Parker's eyebrows go up and he grins, "Well fucked then."

He'd meant fucked up.

[_to_the_bone]

"Yes."

He takes a long drink of water.

"Had never actually been with a lady before, you know."

[stygian_promise]

Long fingers on his shoulders and a purr of a voice in his ear.

"Any better, little love?"

We're very polite today - should be pleased.

[_to_the_bone]

Jack opens his mouth and is shoved aside before he can speak, as Frost slides to his feet and pulls her in for a desperately needed kiss.

[stygian_promise]

Her eyes fly wide for a moment before sliding shut with a low, pleased rumble.

Well now - that was unexpected.

[_to_the_bone]

It shouldn't be, he's been missing her. Which is why she's guided down onto his lap as he sinks back into his seat.

"You," against her mouth, "are too good to me."