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knock ‘em back

“Woulda’ been a lot worse if it were the other way around, huh?” his tone is teasing, but there’s still an air of warning behind it. Standing up Pandora’s hero wouldn’t have been a wise decision, even if the commando did have a turret outfitted with all the bells and whistles DAHL could afford. Jack’s grin is easy but polished, eyebrow quirked just enough to insinuate charming nonchalance. At first it’s directed singularly at Axton, yet it finds its’ true path, working down the ex-solder in a slow, gratuitous fashion.

Short, stocky, mildly rugged, blonde and handsome. The grin spreads a bit wider, turning hungrier in an instant. Jack pulls his eyes away as he settles himself comfortably on the stool next to the commando. He waves two fingers at the barman and nods curtly, turning his attention back towards the man on his right.

“So, Axton,” the name rolls neatly off of Jack’s cocky tongue, “What brought you to this shit heap of a planet?” He leisurely swivels himself on the seat to better face Axton, propping his left elbow up onto the glass bar top. Jack’s foot finds a home on one of the rungs of his bar stool and spreads his legs, looking comfortable and confident within the space of his seat. Jack is positively charisma incarnate.

“Lemme guess, the usual. Solid climate, great place to settle down– start a family, and sheezus, don’t forget to mention the friendly neighbors, am I right?” He motions to the blood splatter on Axton’s neck, grinning dimly at his own sarcasm.

dahl--face

Axton adjusts to the way Jack owns the space around him. He’s like a great jungle cat, sprawling, looking over Axton as if he’s dinner. It’s not an unpleasant feeling, to be looked at like that. The slow tingle of satisfaction it brings, gives Axton enough confidence to return the favor. A thorough glance, lithe, sharp features, long legs, attention to detail with both hair and wardrobe. Axton could smell is cologne. He smiles broadly, chest puffing out.

“Me?” he’s surprised that Jack doesn’t know already. It seems as though he should, all things considered, but he’ll answer, “Well, I was scheduled for execution by firing squad. Some people didn’t like the decisions I made to get the job done, so... I said screw this noise, and came to where I knew they wouldn’t find me, and where I could make a decent amount of scratch doing what I do best.”

Axton’s fingers curl around his glass, eyeing his drink before taking a sip. When the bottom connects with the bar, a soft clunk, he exhales and laughs.

“Which, as you’ve noticed, noticed is socializing with all the friendly neighbors.”

Tit for tat, he figures it’s fair enough now to ask something in return.

“What brings on the sudden curiosity? My rugged good looks, aside,” he inquires, lifting one scarred brow in challenge.

#knock em back #oncejohn #dahlfaceposting

rhysnotreez

with apologies to kate beaton

#i choked #ooc #dahlfaceposting

gotg-archive

I can’t just have some psychopathic murderers getting to the Vault before I do. I mean, don’t get me wrong — it’s cute that y’all think you’re the heroes of this little adventure, but… you’re not.

#phosphenes #dahlfaceposting

officialtayley

Video Game Challenge: [1/7] Male Characters → Handsome Jack (Borderlands Series)

“I am the goddamn hero!”

#phosphenes #dahlfaceposting

starfleetspectre

sketch thing

#phosphenes #dahlfaceposting

starfleetspectre

drunk sketching stuff

ahh, been a while since i’ve done that

#phosphenes #dahlfaceposting

shadow-magnet

Axton: That was harsh! Sarah wasn’t mean, she just… I dunno…

#dahlfaceposting

kirstenatic

#phosphenes #dahlfaceposting

once-john

knock ‘em back

Drinks were easy, something Jack could do. It was non-committal and informal, as he normally preferred things. Day and time was set easily over echo and Jack let the day simmer neatly before it segued into the night. Something about it, the silence and calm that settled in the anticipation, was already deeply captivating. There was no hurry running through his veins, no rush. A good premonition for the night. Jack took the same care and placidity in his own routine, getting ready, getting dressed. It needed to be the right mix of casual coolness and vanity, effortlessly reflecting the way he normally held himself. In the mirror, it was a swipe of tongue over teeth and a knit of fingers in his hair to set it just so “Yeah, try say no to me,” he teased, clasping his lower lip roughly in between his teeth. “Uh-huh, that’s what I thought.” A purse of lips into a kiss at the reflection and he was already amused with himself, pleased with the presentation in the mirror. They might have agreed on 7:30, but Opportunity wasn’t going to be closing anytime soon, which meant 7:40 was perfectly acceptable. Especially without the need for a table, the bar was just fine.

dahl--face

Making it across Pandora to Opportunity in one piece was easy enough. Axton knew this dustball well enough now, that even under new (forced?) employment, he could jump around without breaking a sweat. Well. Much of one. He hit a snag on the way, and hoped Jack wouldn’t turn up his nose at the spatter of blood on his boots and the smear of it on his cheek when he they met at the bar. Axton ditched his gear, at a fast travel station, punching the coordinates for Helios and unzipped his jacket so he could breathe easier. He didn’t look unpresentable, but after wiping down his face and fixing his hair with a few quick combs from his fingers, he was ready as he needed to be.

The bar was in a well lit part of town, people were coming and going, and the smell of food wafted from inside. Not a bad spot, for being in the center of a city built on lies, if you asked Axton. It was not the sort of place he was used to frequenting here on Pandora, but in a way, it reminded him of home. He could have pictured himself here as a younger man, chatting up some young thing while he was still in basic training. It was a refreshing change of pace from the rest of Pandora. It didn’t smell of grease and sweat and stale beer. It was clean, but not so upscale that you couldn’t slide in wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

What didn’t surprise Axton, was that Jack ran late. Leave it to the man who didn’t encounter a group of psychos on the road here to show up late. Fashionably late, the commando’s mind supplied, when Jack did finally Waltz through the door as if he owned the place.

And he did.

He grimaces and glances behind the bar, catching his reflection. Yeah. He could have tried harder to clean himself up.

“I almost thought you stood me up, chief,” Axton announced in lieu of a hello.

#knock em back #oncejohn #dahlfaceposting

"So, is it weird if we, like, do a date thing?" he asks, crossing his legs listlessly. Jack doesn't really know where to start, but, anywhere was fine when it came to his favourite pet. "Do you do coffee, or.. I'unno, eat.. food? Sorry, gotta refresh the ol' memory here. Either way, you're gonna be on all fours before the night's over. So, whatever. Your pick, sweetcheeks." Now, if you hadn't been paying attention, kids, that was some god damned A+ romance... and you're welcome.

Axton had to do something of a double take. A date? With Handsome Jack… He opens his mouth to reply, then closes it again. This was the most to the point anyone had ever been when asking him out before, so he smiled. A crooked, half cocked smile. Given the situation he was in, there wasn’t a ‘no’ option, and he was, at the very least, curious.

“Alright,” his tone was vaguely interested, “I’ll bite. If you’re not gonna pick? Drinks, then.”

#asks #oncejohn #dahlfaceposting

hey yo

i’m not dead.

miss me?

#lets do a thing #come at me bro #and pretend i wasn't gone for 100000 years #dahlfaceposting