Jack Rackham. [ A decadent test of the name on her tongue. She settles against one of the stools, not quite on or off. ] It has a history, I take it? One of honor and prestige... or perhaps, fear and infamy.
[ In the background, Thomas just seems happy that his patrons are socializing. He cheerfully begins to mix another cocktail since Jack has apparently imbibed his so quickly that he must love it. He'll even prepare two glasses so that all can enjoy. ]
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[ In the background, Thomas just seems happy that his patrons are socializing. He cheerfully begins to mix another cocktail since Jack has apparently imbibed his so quickly that he must love it. He'll even prepare two glasses so that all can enjoy. ]