Jaqueline 'Jax' Creedy // John Constantine (DC) (jaxcreedy) wrote in utr_logs,
"It must be such a burden- all those women demanding drinks and chivalry from you. However do you manage?" She reached out and rest a hand on his shirt sleeve, feeling a slightly stronger sense of foreboding from John as she did so. And, in her heightened sense of caution earned from months of dodging demons and various other nasties with John, Dexter, and Harry, she did the only thing she could do- completely ignored him.
Hey, the guy was hot, and funny, and so what if she indulged a little? It wasn't like they were going to take some membership card away from her, for kissing a guy. And with lips like that, could someone blame her? So maybe she was staring. It was flattering, she thought, and-
"Just what're you, then?" The words came out accented differently, not-quite-British, along with a very subtle shift in her posture. As if catching herself, Jax closed her eyes for a second, frowning in concentration before turning her attention back to Thomas. "Rude. Sorry,"