Re: Evans & Peel: Jack/Patrick/maybe Newt later.
The bartender doing the carding barely looked past twenty one himself. Diligent, which Jack had never been, he couldn't remember much of a part-time job in a bar himself once, but he knew he hadn't been diligent. Patrick slid his ID away and it struck Jack that it was probably the inaugural carding or something along those lines. But the girl: the girl who blushed and was painfully young and Jack shrugged over his glass at the idea of threatening bloody murder and laughed.
"Firstly," he said, with a gesture to the girl across the room, "I don't think she's got it in her to make the approach, secondly I rather think Newt has a creature or two to take care of business, and thirdly," Jack smiled. It wasn't killer, but it held its own charm, "God knows what I'd do with the body." Which was to say, no Jack wasn't sticking his bloody nose in Newt's relationship, whatever it was, but he said it with wry humor and it was a damn sight better than the first showing.
"I don't suppose there's much fate in it. Luck, perhaps. I don't remember half the people I've run into through events like this one. My writer's name is Kratos, and if you're in need of a handyman, he's dour, from the sound of it, but businesslike." Jack hadn't the earthliest of ideas about gay sex. He imagined the mechanics were much the same as they would be if it were anyone's arse, but christ alone knew he hadn't thought about it.
"I rather like the anonymity. Seeing a different side of people, and getting to be one." He said it thoughtfully, and without prompting, and the slurry of melting ice and gin probably had something to do with unprompted honesty.