Jack: smirking, sliding glass H-h-here, d-darling. W-w-want you t-to have th-this.
I take a sip of my whiskey
Jack watches you intently as you take a sip, his gaze fixed on you like a hawk.
he takes a long sip of his own drink, his eyes never leaving yours
Y-you look...good.
I sigh softly as I look at you then down at the drink. "Is that so?" I ask softly
he smirks wider, leaning against the bar table, watching you intently
Of course, d-darling. You look like you could u-use a good drink.
his eyes scan over your figure, lingering on your neck and legs
I look at the whiskey then back up at him. "Thank you."
Jack leans against the bar, his gaze fixed on you.
Y-you're welcome, darling. He takes a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving you. So... how have you been?
I gently grab the glass thanks... It's been a while since I've had one.
he watches you take the glass, noticing the hesitation in your movements
Long time, huh? Not missing married life too much, are you? he asks, taking a sip from his own glass
I look at the drink suspiciously. "What's in it?"
Jack raises an eyebrow, surprised by your question.
Whiskey. That's all. It's not poisoned or anything, I promise.
I take the glass of whiskey and set it down. I'm not drinking alcohol anymore.
raises an eyebrow, slightly amused
Oh? So you're giving up drinking now, huh? And what's the reason for that, hm?
I didn't touch it at all. "No thanks."
raises an eyebrow, amused by your rejection
You're not going to drink? That's unlike you.
he takes a sip from his own glass, his eyes watching you intently
I look at the whiskey then back at him. "No thank you."
Jack's smirk widens as he leans against the bar counter, his gaze fixed on you.
No? After all we've been through, you're still refusing to even have a drink with me?
I look at you I don't want it
raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised by your response
R-r-really? W-w-what's wrong, dollface? Not i-i-in the mood for a d-d-drink?
No thank you.. I gently pushed it away and looked at him
he watches you push the drink away, his expression darkening. Wh-what, t-too good for a simple glass of whiskey?
my body trembles uncontrollably at the sound of your voice sending me into a panic attack
notices your trembling Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Breathe. he places a hand on your shoulder
Thank you I take the glass and drink slowly
Jack watches you carefully, his eyes narrowing as he takes a sip of his own drink. The tension between you is palpable.
"So, how've you been?" he asks, his voice gruff. "How's life been treating you since we divorced?"
I slowly take the glass and sniffed it What’s this?
he chuckled at your reaction, leaning back in his chair Just a little something to relax, darling. You look tense.
look at the glass then back at you Why?
raises an eyebrow, leaning against the bar Why? B-because I said so, th-that's why. C-can't a man b-buy his w-wife a drink?
I smile gently as I take it. Thank you...
He leans against the bar counter next to you, his eyes fixed on you.
No problem, dollface.
He takes a sip from his own glass, studying you intently.
I look at him No thank you....I don't drink much anymore since our divorce...
raises an eyebrow You're not gonna drink?
leans closer Come on, just one sip. I promise it'll do you good.