Ch. 1 - There is no plan without Jack of Fables

[originaljackass]

[Voice]

Hey Kennedy, meet me at Good Spirits. We're going to have a drink.

[Despite his fantastic lack of an intro post, Jack is actually already settled into Luceti, having already been around for over a week now. Having noticed the large quantity of people who walk around with weapons, Jack has already looted the smithy for a pistol and a perfectly preserved Confederate Officer's saber he'd kept since the war. Sure, it had no special powers and would probably shatter if he used his full strength hitting something with it, but damn if he didn't look cool. Hell, he even has his old officer's hat to go with it.

He'll be available at Good Spirits both before and after meeting Kennedy (if indeed the poor sailor shows up) to be poked and prodded. Or if that's not your thing, he'll be taking his time on his way home in spite of the heavy snowfall (which barely bothers him anyway), whistling a forgotten tune, and wondering what a man is to do in a moneyless economy when his greatest ambition is having lots of money. Which he already had in the real world.]

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[originaljackass]

[That earns you another pat on the back.]

Good man. Here, have another round. [Taking the bottle, he refills both their glasses. Between the two of them (and mostly Jack), that bottle is getting near empty.]

[simplestgift]

[He looks into his newly refilled glass, trying to decide if he wants to drink it all down as quickly as possible or shove it away.]

How did you know?

[originaljackass]

Like I said, I've been dead before. [He takes a sip from his glass, then turns with a smirk.] And you have a shitty poker face. Really.

[simplestgift]

[Archie doesn't reply to this. After a moment, he flicks the glass away and stands up somewhat slowly, preparing to go.]

Thanks for the drink.

[...drinks.]

[originaljackass]

[He turns in his seat, not moving to get up.]

Think you're good for making it home?

[simplestgift]

Without you, yes.

[He wraps himself up tightly in his coat and slips out the door, into the snow and wind. Here's hoping he doesn't go hypothermic again.]

[originaljackass]

Best of luck with that.

[He turns back to his drink, not too concerned about Archie's state. If he falls over into the snow drunk, it's hardly Jack's fault. Archie could have asked for help.]