#flirtatiousdisaster

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“Something bothering you there, Rip ol’ boy?” Jack asked, taking the empty glass from the other man and filling it back up with a choice whiskey he’d pulled out when he’d gotten a visit from his old friend. Though he’d been happy enough to welcome Rip into the Hub, he still hadn’t quite gotten an answer as to why he’d sought the Captain out, or why he was so sullen and drowning his sorrows in Jack’s best spirits. 

Of course there was something bothering him. Jack wasn’t wrong in his assumptions that Rip had his reasons for drinking, and that his alcoholism was an extension of that ever-present, ever-eternal personal misery, but the thought of telling him as much in plain words made Rip want to curl in on himself and die.

“Not anything more than usual,” he said, but out of respect for Jack’s own personal stash he was more careful with his next glass, drinking it meaningfully instead of horking it down the way he did the first.

“...though I suppose it’s a terrible sign that ‘death’ is usual to me, isn’t it?”

send “smash or pass” for my muse to answer honestly about yours. no lying allowed. ( accepting )

@flirtatiousdisaster​ 

How many times had he tried to tell him that a lot of the so called alien attacks were demonic in nature. Though maybe he was right with this one. Because whatever it was that he had found and was trying to open didn’t look like anything he had ever seen. However the fact that the fact that there had been a couple of times where they had run into demons. Yes he was willing to admit that at least one case had been alien. John wouldn’t say out loud to Jack that he had been right because he was still so set on saying everything was alien. 

It was an argument they had during a couple of their jobs. John had just had to tell him that he was an idiot. Helped that maybe it would have thrown him off for a second. He could still get the chest open. Just meant it was going to throw him off for a second. He didn’t seem that happy that John had interrupted him. 

two word starters. ( accepting )

Head drawing back slightly, Rip’s brows were furrowed as he turned to look where Jack was sitting not too far away.

"...your priorities are incredible, mate.”

Because all he’d done was pull the mess that was his shirt off, crumpling the burned and lightly bloodstained fabric into a ball. Though his initial plan had been to toss it aside, he managed a well-aimed projectile to Jack’s grinning face, instead.

@flirtatiousdisaster​  said: ❝ Here’s the deal: I’m not easy to get along with, and I’m sensing you’re a bit of a bitch. ❞