Who: Jack and Angelica (dadsfirstmate) What: Angelica has something Jack wants. When: Tuesday night Where: Apartment 501 Rating: TBD
Jack wasn't one to sit around and mope, but with the Pearl gone and landing on some strange island, he had precious little to do. Besides cringe in pain every five minutes. Clearly, dear Angelica had somehow found the voodoo doll. What a rotten stroke of luck that was, Jack thought. He convulsed in another sudden pain and decided that wouldn't do. He needed to find drinks. Liquor. Nothing here was his, but he believed in borrowing. So he headed to the kitchen with the intention of finding something good to drink. There were plenty of things on the counter. Whiskey, vodka, gin. But bollocks, no rum. Jack settled on a simple glass of gin as he waited for that knock on the door, something he dreaded and looked forward to at the same time.
Did he have feelings for Angelica? Yes. Did he love her? Possibly. Possibly could, if he could trust her at all. That remained to be seen.
Even though Angelica had said she was only coming for the drink, he hoped she would be appeased, at least temporarily, by him making the effort to spend time with her here. And perhaps he could find out where she was keeping that doll.