#c:peter001

[savvyjacks]

Jack grinned, a little more wicked than intended, but what was he supposed to do? After all he did love putting on a show. "Supply in demand is a dangerous game mate, you wouldn't want to know what someone like me, might have paid for someone like you." It was all lies of course, Jack had usually been too plastered drunk or too exhausted to sample what the other ports had to offer, but it didn't stop him from being a bastard about it right now. Jack rolled his eyes, bored of Godscobh and its pitiful excuse for pleasures. "Meh, clubs are boring and tainted most men like fresh meat." Jack sniffed, adjusting the collar of his jacket as he tried to play it cool, the foolish drunken bastard no one payed any heed to, that's who he was, that's who he'd stay. "Directions." he answered flatly. "East is the sea, west is land."

Jack folded his arms across his chest and lazily sighed, it was true, no one else had swung by with any offers worth snatching up, no one had stopped at all. He'd half hoped Hook would pass with an odd job, or an old friend would return with money owed and a reason to spend it. But again he found himself alone, misery in search of company. "Well its still early they might come by later." He retorted, like a smug school-boy answering back his teacher. "Lizzy" he repeated "Sounds like bitch." Jack was satisfied enough with that, Cruella hadn't warned him off yet and who was he to pass up a free drink? "Please, old Ella loves me. Better yet she loves the money I don't have--that's where you come in my friend." Jack grinned, another playful, wicked & teasing smile. "Pleasure to meet you Peter. I'm Jack and if you're paying I'll call ya' whatever you like."

Peter let out a long, verging on exhausted, sigh. " you talk as if you have experience with it. were the pretty ones with blue eyes what you paid for back in your sailing days too? " he knew that he was being a little pettish with his questions now, rising to the bait in a way that usually he didn't like to, but he couldn't help himself; patience had never been one of his better qualities. " and if you're looking for people to call you pretty again, I'd recommend trying a club instead of the pier at night; I imagine handsome ex-sailors are surprisingly popular there. " a small flicker of surprise crossed his features as the other man managed to correctly deduce his ulterior motives - something he hadn't expected in his current state. " if everyone out here is offering something, then what exactly are you offering? since you’re out here too. " he questioned, turning the attention away from him in a way that was second nature to him by now. 

poking and prodding for a reaction had been half of peter’s childhood, when he’d jumped at every insecurity he noticed or grated at every annoyance just for the flicker of excitement that came from the split second vulnerability that followed, and he could recognize that same desire in Jack’s sneer now — as if he was chasing after the same fleeting high of feeling that peter had been all those years. he let his gaze size him up, briefly torn, before deciding to give him a small taste of what he thought he wanted. " oh, I’m sorry - would you like all of the details so you can compare it to all of your other wonderful offers for the evening? " he swept one of his hands across the area around them to seal his point, the waves crashing against the pier their only noticeable company in sight. " lizzy? " he repeated the obviously familiar nickname once he heard it, knowing the beginning of a story when he heard one. " alright - we'll go to Deville’s instead, then. and I'll pay. assuming you haven't done anything to get yourself banned there too? " with an understanding settled, he reached out with his own leather glove covered hand to grasp the other man's calloused hand. " peter, by the way. in case you'd like to call me something other than pretty boy for the rest of the night. "

[savvyjacks]

Jack scoffed, tired and bored and drunk and just in general not in the mood to play mind games with gigolo's, or pimps, or whoever he was that stalked onto the pier. "Pretty boy is supposed to be a compliment. Plenty of sailors would pay handsomely for those oh-so blue eyes. No one calls me pretty anymore.." he huffed in addition to his bad tempered judgement. It was true though, as Jack was ageing, or more like wasting, so was his good looks and quick wit. All sinking into a wrinkled, bitter old man with a drinking problem at thirty eight, miserable and pathetic. "But you offer something 'else you wouldn't be down here." he mused, lips parting to a knowing smile of ulterior motives.

"Oooh a place, how vague and inviting." Jack sneered, this was probably the longest conversation a person had held with him all week and yet he couldn't help himself to push and prod for a reaction. Perhaps it was to feel something, perhaps it was just because he was a bastard. All Jack knew was that the waves were moving the pier and the handsome man with the bright blue eyes was not a male prostitute. Jack eyed up the man, he had nothing on his person worth stealing and had enough of his wits about him to block a punch if it happened. "If it's free I'm in." He replied flatly, but extended out a scarred, tattooed, calloused hand to shake. "I want your word on it that you'll pay though. And it cant be at the Pearl--old buzzkill Lizzy don't let me in anymore."

Peter had been called a lot of different things in his time, most of them unrepeatable in pleasant company, but pretty was new to him - even when coming on the end of a bitter, hopeless scoff. His brow quirked at the sound of it, an amused quirk to one side of his lips. " pretty boy? " he repeated, casting a quick glance down at himself. " well, that beer you were having may have tasted terrible but at least we know that it was strong if that's your best guess. " strong enough to not only fail to recognize him but to mistake him as one of Ursula's unfortunate souls, if the look on his face was any indication - a lapse in judgement that was actually good for him in this instance; the less people knew and recognized about him in the long run, the better. " because there's a need for everything in this town but I'm sorry to disappoint you, that's not exactly something that I offer. "

watching as the man downed the rest of his beer afterward, he tilted his head with a soft exhale that was half laugh and half sigh. he had clearly underestimated just how many beers the man had downed before his arrival, if the tipsy sing-song tone of his voice was anything to go by, and he couldn't help but wonder what had gotten him here in the first place - an unfortunate pastime from his work that always left him for a curiosity to every unclosed story just out of his reach. " I know a place. " he answered simply, " and I think I could use a drink too. so, the way I see it, you can stay and choke down the rest of whatever beer you've got left or ... you can let me apologize for my judgmental tone and get you something better. what do you say? "