@sellsout.
another fuckin’ lucky break, that’s all this is. another somewhere he shouldn’t be, another night he’s determined not to waste. he’s a better ass-kisser than he is manager, he has the awareness to know, and if all he can do is pull off getting an invitation he doesn’t deserve, he’ll take it proudly. tonight’s arena of choice is a party still beating on into the late hours. he doesn’t belong here, but he looks the part, and that’s all that counts these days. feels like old times, when he still had a ring ‘round his finger and an actress worth showing off. now he’s a lone wolf on the prowl, chatting here, drinking there, and wondering who he can rope into snorting blow with him in some room near the back. lucky break : a familiar face, even if it’s not the friendliest. seems off, seeing him in a territory more georgie’s and less jack’s for a change. jack flips him a nod in greeting, slyness of his smile highlighted. ❝ almost didn't recognize you without a sociopath attached to your side. ❞ not the kindest icebreaker, but the most truthful thing jack can come up with. taste of mara lingers on his mouth, sitting there with patient venom. he sips from his bottle of beer to wash it away. ❝ here's to getting away from her for a night. ❞
