[Color=gray]Jack smiled briefly back at Vivienne, halfheartedly before following her lead. He turned back to have one last look at Lerick and saluted him in a manner designed to irritate before turning the corner of the hallway. The walk was silent except for the clacking of their shoes off the stone floor, he found himself having to admire the masonry and general craftsmanship. There was no denying this was a fancy looking place. He didn't mind the silence, if anything Jack found comfort in it a lot of the time - it was easier to say nothing at all sometimes. Despite all the lighting it was rather dim, the lighting flickering, dancing on and off their features like fairies he thought and cracked a thin smile, lips parting. Once they got to the courtyard he took a look up to the sky, it was still dark but behind the overcast he couldn't quite pinpoint the moon. Not that it mattered how long there was until dawn break, but he would have liked to know. His attention fell from the sky to his host. Keeping an eye on her and how she threw her shapes until they came to another room, he liked this one. Everything from the decor to the smell to the bottles on the wall - now this was his kind of place. As they made their way between the tables and benches, Jack leaned over some guests to tap one of the sandbags hanging from the wall by a thin rope. The first thing he noticed was that the knots were shoddy, perhaps he'd do something about it later. He caught other patrons eyeing him up as he leaned over their drinks, interrupting the conversation and with Jack's presence probably rather irritating.[/color] "What?" [color=gray]He asked rhetorically, not waiting for an answer he continued his way to the bar, admiring the room he got there just in time to be introduced. [/color] [i]"Pleasure to meet you Jack, what's your poison?"[/i] [color=gray]Jack shot Boden a look momentarily as he tensed around mention of the name, perhaps legend had preceded him and he cursed himself silently.[/color] "Likewise." [color=gray]Jack muttered extending a hand, giving a quick but firm shake and seating himself at a stool by the bar. He took a deep breath and exhaled,[/color] "I suppose... Whiskey!" [color=gray]Before he was turned, like any good pirate Jack had always enjoyed rum but so many years of drinking it would put you off the stuff so Jack's new poison was whiskey. He glanced between Vivienne and Boden as his drink was fetched.[/color] "What are you doing?" [color=gray]He asked as the glass was put down on the counter for him.[/color] "Come on now, that'll barely wet my whistle. Give it 'ere!" [color=gray] He chimed, almost swiping the bottle as it was handed out for him, Boden probably wasn't sure what to do except watch as Jack filled the tumbler glass to the brim before necking back the brown liquid in a mouthful like it was water. [/color]"Thank ye, I needed that." [color=gray]He uttered and for the next little while was silent as he poured himself drink after drink. Head in hand playing with the rim of the glass.[/color]