Re: Selina C/Jack P: the (bad) diner
"Better than an expert without coffee and toast." And Jack grinned. Wolf in thin, unshaven face and palmed his hand over the scrape of his jaw. Power didn't need heels and corporate attitude, and it didn't need wealth. He knew the outline constructed in coffee steam and toast crumbs was bullshit, but bullshit didn't make for anything other than drivel and drivel was safe.
But the twitch of his smile smoothed flat. "Too bloody right. Neither's the bartender at the place across town, unless he thinks I mean it. I'm just filled with the joys of booze and those that give it to me, love." Nothing but thoughtlessness: Jack hadn't hit on a woman who wasn't out of his league enough or old enough to be safe in four and a half years and change.
He watched her slide out cash that didn't look small-town takings from a pocket, and waved a hand. "Your donation of non-liquid sustenance is noted and gratefully accepted." Wry.