fandomtownies | Caritas, Friday Evening

Is totally laughing at Sam. Stupid zombies.

She's having a little problem with the refrigeration mechanism, but she'll be happy to get you a drink. Or there's Tino.

It was Friday. Jack was of the opinion that this was a Good Thing. The only things which could make it better would a drink and a thingie, which was why he was leaning on the bar. "Whatcha doing?"

Sam glanced up and blinked, smiling when she recognized Jack. "Trying to figure out how to make it snow."

"In the bar?" he asked, grinning at her. "Won't that be messy when it melts?"

"Well, yes, but I meant outside," Sam grinned back. "What're you up to?"

"Up to? Nothing." Smiling, he leaned further over the bar, planting his elbows and looking innocently up at Sam. "Why, what have you heard?"

"That you're nothing but trouble?" She teased.

"Nothing but trouble?" Jack arched an eyebrow and flashed her a wicked grin.

Sam began to rethink the whole snowing in the bar concept as she warmed under his attentions. God, his grin should be licensed as a lethal weapon. "You asked what I've heard, not what I've said. I know you're more than just trouble--but you have more than a nodding acquaintance with it."

"And that's true enough. Trouble makes life fun." He laughed, and sat up, pressing his hand to his heart. "Alas, I've been incredibly well behaved lately. Can't imagine why that is," he mused, wicked grin turning into a warm smile.

She smiled back. "Nice to know I'm a good influence on someone, even if I got yet another detention."

"You're a hell of an influence on me," Jack admitted - and it was something that still surprised him - then blinked at her. "Detention again? What happened?"

"Apparently I didn't show Vader the respect he felt he was due," she shrugged.

"Ah well, a detention from Vader is practically a badge of honour. And since his idea of proper respect probably consists of cowering and kissing his feet, it's never going to happen," he reached out to squeeze her fingers, "at least not from you."

"Kissing the feet of the being that killed one of the best warriors I've ever known?" Sam snorted, glad he understood that. "Not hardly. Throwing up on them is always a possibility, though."

Nodding in understanding, Jack said, "You'd have detention for the rest of the year. Might be worth it, though." Wanting to steer them away from unpleasant topics, he decided to change the subject. "I'll admit, I'm disappointed. I was hoping you might run me ragged on Saturday, exhaust me until I can hardly move."

Sam raised an eyebrow. Lethal. "What did you have in mind?"

"Nothing specific. Thought I'd place myself entirely in your control. Your every wish, my command." Jack hid a grin. "I'm sure you could think of something to do with me. But you'll be in detention," he added sadly.

"I'm sure I could," Sam said, already coming up with vague ideas, "there's always after detention."

"That works. I've got gun club at noon, so that'll just whet my appetite." He traced a series of arcs on the bar, then tilted his head, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smile. "What do you think? The gym? Or somewhere else."

"The gym will work. And if you're looking for something to do, you should try a jog or a swim, to build your endurance."

"The gym it is. And there's other ways to build endurance, but they need a second," or a third, or a fourth, "person," he teased. "But if I can't find anyone, I'll run around the island a few times."

*relaxes*

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