"Ah, good warning. Not in the mood to have my arm chewed off by an angry canine," Jack said with a laugh of his own. He liked dogs. When they were on the smaller side, and dopey and cuddly and cute. Not so much when they were large and fangy and growly. Then he would rather be in another room.
He watched as Kirley scrawled his name out on a slip of paper and slid it across. Jack took it and looked at it. Oh Merlin. It even had his name and everything! It was definitely the best thing ever. In forever. He was going to treasure it and frame it and... wow.
"Thanks, man," he managed to maintain some semblance of his cool. At least, he didn't blubber all over him. "That's really cool of you. And the tickets would be brilliant." VIP passes? "Amazing. I know just who to bring too." Sam, of course. She was one of his best mates and she was a fellow musician. No one else would appreciate it as much.
He had been closing the cash register - and jammed his fingers in it because he had to have just hallucinated briefly. "I... seriously? Play together? Us?" He blinked and looked rather awed by that. "That... would be. Well, amazing." Playing with Kirley Duke? He would die! And then ressurect so he could actually play.
"That would be awesome. I'm Jack Sloper. So, you know.. you know me from other Jacks." It was a common name. "Uh. I play shows. If you ever wanted to see one.. I mean, they're just little shows. At pubs and stuff. Nothing big. But still..." Rambly ramble.