| Characters: Jack Harkness, Jack Harkness
Link to IJ: thread #75440.4687792 |
 Jack grinned as he watched Rhia dancing with Jamie, making sure she was having fun before going over to the bar, snagging a bottle of sparkling juice and two glasses before going to look for another of himself. He'd seen more than one of them about, and right now, he was curious about other variations of his life.
"I'd try a pick-up line, but you've probably used them all yourself," he said, an easy smile on his face as he found one of himself. |
 Jack looked Jack up and down. "I don't know. Maybe not yet. Surprise me." |
| Jack laughed, offering one of the glasses he was carrying. "I'd love to, but I'm afraid the young lady I'm with would be rather embarassed if I tried something scandalous by her standards in public." He leered at Jack. "Though I've always wondered just how much can be hidden by a tablecloth." |
| "You've not experimented?" he grinned, taking the glass. |
| "Not recently, more's the pity." Jack poured both glasses full. "I've been dubbed 'Uncle Jack' by a gaggle of kids. Had to set a good example until they stopped crawling under tables to look for me. Early twenty-first century sensibilities and parents with really good aim." |
| Incomplete - last update 22Mar 1422, by memoriesintact
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