Ever since New Years, being in the prison took way too much effort. In hindsight, Jack would have really liked to think that Faith asking him to join the council would have tethered him even more to the prison. Hell, he would have hoped for it. It only took a few days for that dull ache to go away after he found himself standing at the Nemeton, waiting for people who would never show up. He should have been relieved that they never did once all the once and would be ghosts began reliving their deaths daily, but it had the exact opposite effect. It grated on his emotions in the most peculiar way, leaving him raw and utterly unwilling to stay in the prison longer than necessary, at least until someone managed to fix the massive cosmic clusterfuck that came with playing God. Not even poor, grieving Penny was enough to keep Jack in place. He really would have loved to think he could stay, instead of slipping out to Fangtasia on almost a nightly basis.
Even if all of that had actually happened, he wouldn't have been surprised to find himself spending almost all of his free time at Fangtasia. Flirt, drink, flirt, drink, repeat. Every so often, he'd fumble around in one private rooms with a stranger.. or two. Tonight, he had no plans further than enjoying at least one drink, especially when he walked through the doors of Fangtasia and saw that it wasn't exactly full of people.
He deviated from his usual routine by passing the bar and heading straight for a booth instead. Maybe this would be the night that he actually went back to the prison and resolve to stay there for a while after all.
Well, that was a nice thought too. It went right out the window when a cute brunette holding a bottle of bourbon slipped into the seat cross from him. The moment she joined him, he knew there was something peculiar about her. Jack's idea of peculiar wasn't like most people's. There was nothing negative about the word, but there was something unusually inviting about Bo. Magnetic, even. He noted that she didn't look like a vampire, but it didn't matter to him at all. It was a curiosity more than anything, and to an observant spectator, it would show in the way he pressed his lips together and watched her with keen interest. Once she was settled, Jack flashed a smile and extended his hand across the table.
"I'm not one to turn away a friendly face. Hi, Bo. Captain Jack Harkness."