There's a particular door opening to the
'rooftop' of the hotel. There's a blond lighting sparklers at one end of the pool, laughing as one runs out, and he lights another, watching the reflections dance on the water.
The water's so deep, really. He leant in, hovering over the surface, peering at the lights lining the tiled floor.
[prefs: breathplay would be awesome, but romance/lecturing Jack on fire safety/telling scary stories around the pool idk is fine too. permissions: no bathroom stuff, non-con, and gore. men and women welcome. 18+ for smut, all ages for cr.
this basically canon!jack, or what jack usually pretends he is. I will fast-tag when I can. pm me for questions/concerns.]