James followed the pirate close behind, though not without a quick glance to see if anyone saw where he was going and with who. Thankfully, the crew seemed preoccupied with their own business. Either that or they were a little too preoccupied. James would have cared, but the promise of another bottle shoved those thoughts away.
Once inside, Jack headed straight for his stash. The former commodore watched him as he sat on his desk, a fresh bottle of rum at his side awaiting him and the nearest available seat suspiciously invited.
By now, James was quite intrigued with his rival’s behaviour. Jack’s disposition towards him had been strangely amicable so far, with a few of his typical taunts here and there. Either the pirate wanted something from him, or he was more drunk than he let on, though what Jack could want from him aside from humiliate him, he had no clue.
He had said he would humour the man, and so he did, placing himself next to the pirate and taking the liberty of grabbing the bottle by it’s neck, popping off the cork and taking one long swig.
It tasted vile, deliciously vile.
Handing the bottle back to its owner, he looked at Jack with a defying look. “So, Captain, how’s your plan to get me hopelessly inebriated coming along?” He tested, the corner of his mouth rising into an upturned smirk.
Navigating tactful flirtation was a skill that had always been hit and miss with Jack. He was a cocktail of wit, charm, drunkenness and madness and slave to lusts so powerful his patience tended to fail him. Lewd and handsy as he was, though, ‘take what you can’ certainly did not apply, or at least only worked where the subject of ‘can’ depended on someone else’s opinion. He was a pirate, not a monster.
In this instance, he felt like he was losing the battle in wanting simply to climb on James and see what happened. But this was a gentleman. He wouldn’t be impressed by slavering nonsense or impetuous groping. Though if he wants me, it’ll absolutely be on his mind.
Seeing as the chair he had presented had been cleverly avoided, Jack tugged it closer with his feet and used it as a footrest. He took a drink from the previous bottle as he was handed the fresh one.
“Why, Jim!” he replied in false horror. “Whatever’s in your head? This be a proper expression of confidences ‘tween two sailors. Besides, got to keep your spirits up, eh? These nights get terrible cold while the sun sleeps.” He nudged the bottle back toward Norrington, deliberately leaning just a fraction too close.
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