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[fortiter_in_re]

Jack Sparrow, James decides at some point over the next month, is clearly trying to drive him mad.  Completely bloody insane.  After their date that month ago- because yes, it was a date, no point denying that- James had expected, maybe hoped for a call in a week or so, after Jack had served his three days in prison.  But nothing.  And then nothing

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[notjackkerouac]

The past two months have been two of the busiest months in Jack's life.

London, when Jack chooses to stay longer than the requisite amount of time to fetch a paycheck, usually runs out of entertainment but quick. Spending weekends drunk with Gibbs and a handful of weekdays alternatively flirting and hiding from Anamaria grows a touch boring by the end of the third week. Even when Jack manages to track down Bill for a pint and a jam, it's fairly soon that he finds himself having nothing better to do than catch morning shows in his underwear or sitting in Teague's flat at strange hours, playing gin while drinking gin. It's at those times that Jack dumps a cheque into his bank account and takes the Pearl for a hop, skip and jump across some ocean, any ocean for an impromptu holiday

[fortiter_in_re]

If James didn't know before that Jack was doing this just to vex him, he certainly does now. Jack smiles that wicked, glittering smile, like he fancies himself some kind of cat, regarding a particularly entertaining ball of string, and James wants to grimace- or better yet, to shake Jack by the shoulders and ask him what the hell he's been playing at- but he doesn't. He restrains himself, and settles for a sedate sip of his lager.

'You could say that.'

Theo, meanwhile, bless him, is looking bemused, but generally unruffled. Not much ruffles Theo, really, and he looks between Jack and James with a canny little lift of both eyebrows. It's a silent question that asks James What's going on with you two, then? And don't bother to lie to me, James, I can tell.It is, perhaps, a sign that he and Theo have been friends a little too long that James can read all that in just a look

[notjackkerouac]

James' cold response shouldn't be all that surprising, Jack supposes, if he and James had more than one night together -- not even a full night, at that, only a kiss in a Kensington park. If Jack had promised him anything more than to ring, then Jack's behaviour would border on the questionable: ignoring James for James' friends. But Jack promised nothing, and this way, he's learned far more of James than he could have done traversing university webpages and bending the law enough to deserve another trip down to the library

[fortiter_in_re]

One eyebrow disappears into his fringe when Jack accuses James of throwing the book at him, and James smiles a little wryly into his glass. 'It's hardly as if you didn't have adequate representation,' he says, his tone mild. 'I've never in my life seen anybody play a courtroom in quite that fashion