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[othercaptjack]

Hey, it's after eighteen hundred hours - legitimate martini time!

Captain Jack Harkness bounds cheerfully downstairs, before pausing at the bottom of the stairs in the realisation that the bounding has become definitely... bouncier. And his clothes are suddenly too big.

That's just not right.

"Bar!"

Hmm. Yes, definitely bouncier. Also... softer. Fascinating.

He -- she, for the moment, wanders further in, swaying experimentally, and shrugging off the much-too-big jacket to carry over one noticeably slimmer shoulder. A martini appears before she can even ask, and Jack accepts with a rueful grin and an elegant bow.

"You couldn't at least have put me in something slinky?"

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[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"I would bet there is a joke involved there..."

[othercaptjack]

Jack turns, flicking her hair out of her eyes - okay, how do women live with that? - and grinning.

"Looks like. Must be something to do with Halloween, Bar does seem to like her jokes."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"She could be a bit less... cryptic. I have no idea of who or what she dressed me as..."

[othercaptjack]

Jack examines him.

Eyes up. Whichever.

"...Huh. Me neither, actually. That, however, is a fabulous coat."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"And is comfortable too. Thank you." A hand is offered. "Mace Windu."

[othercaptjack]

Jack takes it cheerfully, noting with interest how much bigger it is than hers, how his fingers feel rougher - that would be hers being smoother, really - and shaking.

"Captain Jack Harkness. Pleasure."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

And his hand is strong too, but gentle. "My pleasure, Captain..."

[othercaptjack]

And very nice it is, too.

Jack nods up - wow, upwards, this is new - and flicks her hair backwards again, irritable. Maybe he could spike it a bit, get it out of the way... Ooo. Playing with hair. Makeup. So much to play with, so little time...

"So, what do you normally do, Mace?"

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"I am currently a teacher at the House of Arch, in London Below. YOurself?"

[othercaptjack]

"Oh, I'm a whore," she says cheerfully.

"Work for Madam Lilly at the brothel upstairs - professional name's Larkspur. Usually in a bit more of a male capacity, but what can you do?"

[capt_angie]

"How'd you get away without a costume?" a slightly disgruntled Angelina questions the woman, who seems to have escaped Bar's Halloween fun.

[othercaptjack]

Jack cracks up.

"That- that entirely depends on what you define as a costume. Hey Angie, I see yours is a little more traditional."

[capt_angie]

Angelina frowns, not recognising the other woman.

"Have we met?"

Of course, she was probably so drunk by the end of the evening that she wouldn't remember Jack if he- she- was male.

[othercaptjack]

"Once or twice," she grins, shaking her hair - admittedly short, but longer than she's used to - out of her face.

"I'm usually more male. Plus, there was drink involved."

[capt_angie]

She gives it a few moments thought before she hazards a guess.

"Mal?"

Who else did she get drunk with? She can't remember any other names.

[othercaptjack]

"Nope!"

Grin.

Jack's annoying, on occasion. The lounging pose, however, may be vaguely familiar. The leather pants aren't quite as tight, but...

[capt_angie]

Theres a pause as vague memories of a very pretty man who sat just like that start filtering through. What was his name though? Jeremy? John? Jude? James?

"Jack?!"

[othercaptjack]

"Hi!"

She got it. She's rather smugly pleased that she's so memorable.

"So much for no costume, huh?"

[capt_angie]

She laughs a little.

"Well at least you look human."

[othercaptjack]

BAD LJ.

[othercaptjack]

agdsJAGFAF

[othercaptjack]

KILL

[othercaptjack]

Dude, srsly I will smite.

[othercaptjack]

SHREEEEEEE

[othercaptjack]

DOOM DOOM DOOMY DOOM WILL REVEAL ALL EATEN COMMENTS