Re: Shiloh F + Jack P: The Capital
Jack had done all of the above, although the lavishly appointed had been when wasted, which probably didn't count for much when all was said and done, if you weren't compos mentis when pissing in said corners. Behavior didn't live anywhere in Jack either, what was in his marrow and fiber was the desire to know, which made him all of five and asking odd, twisted questions designed to make the world explain itself in terms a five year old mind could comprehend.
"You're set on breaking some?" He had his hands in his pockets and Jack laughed. This was warmer, like a shared joke in the middle of an alleyway that stank of ammonia. "I could come up with some if you like. Don't invade other people in their private time after the conclusion of a drug deal? I don't know many dealers or consumers minded to share," and did he give a fuck if the bar nearest heard him? Not really, better than talking the specific ins and outs of demon containment in a back alley.
"I'll take it," Jack said cheerfully, the advice, and followed him up and out, skirting the stream on the way in. "Tell me, what are you after? Would it be very old and sage of me to tell you it isn't worth it?"