Re: Shiloh F + Jack P: The Capital
Ah, the city. Jack was fond of the city, inordinately so given the abundance of alternative options to go and get lost in. The Capital reminded him a little of most of his favorites, and the dirty great underbelly that went full swing underneath it that most people up top were oblivious to, that was almost entirely why he'd circled back. If anything was going to go tits up with what had knocked him down several pegs of the age ladder, the Capital's undercity was where he'd find a solution. It wasn't London, which had its own shady community but there were a couple of people looking to cash in on old - say, a year-old - debts. Jack wasn't hurrying back to London.
The kid pissed like a horse. Jack looked about as comfortable as any man in an alleyway could, given the brickwork and the steaming piss curdling out against the wall. Probably a mite more comfortable, given it didn't matter what breadth or height of man walked into the alley, Jack was probably going to be fine walking right out. He wasn't a tall man, but he had the breadth of someone who had in fairly recent memory, played a lot of sport. "No rules. Can't abide rules," Jack said, idly, examining his fingernails while the kid tucked, zipped, put himself back together.
He grinned. Jack's grin wasn't all good-natured, there was a glitter to it. "Oh, I don't think so. Not me. You don't want my shoes and you've got your own coat. You use long words, for someone pissing in an alley."