Jack does not judge on the cry of water, because ice cream can cause a craving for H2O if one isn't careful. His eye roll has more to with James' stiff friendliness to the Doctor. If you can't warm to the Doctor -- who James likes, at least when he's not naked and the Doctor is fimly behind a screen -- who can you warm to?
The sink is filled with dirty glasses, which leaves Jack to rummage in the cupboard for a spare one, coming up with a novelty glass with happy pink elephants dancing around the circumfrance. He fills that with water, then rinses two used glasses to fill with lemonade and ice tea -- the popular drink of choice during this heatwave in the Sparrow-Norrington abode. He spikes one liberally with rum and somehow manages to awkwardly balance the order into the living room.
He walks right into the middle of another one of James' awkward question. "And a touch weighted down at the moment," Jack adds, throwing a suspicious look to James. He really is getting rather repetitive. Jack nudges the two glasses to him, unsure which one has the alcohol. "Drink."
After James takes the glass, Jack moseys over to hand the Doctor his water. "Drink."
And then, because this should prove to be at least an amusing conversation, if not also painful and embarrassing, Jack flops onto the sofa to watch. He takes a sip of his drink and pulls a face. There is absolutely no rum in this glass. "Oops." He waves his fingers to catch James' attention.
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Date: 2008-10-29 06:23 pm (UTC)The sink is filled with dirty glasses, which leaves Jack to rummage in the cupboard for a spare one, coming up with a novelty glass with happy pink elephants dancing around the circumfrance. He fills that with water, then rinses two used glasses to fill with lemonade and ice tea -- the popular drink of choice during this heatwave in the Sparrow-Norrington abode. He spikes one liberally with rum and somehow manages to awkwardly balance the order into the living room.
He walks right into the middle of another one of James' awkward question. "And a touch weighted down at the moment," Jack adds, throwing a suspicious look to James. He really is getting rather repetitive. Jack nudges the two glasses to him, unsure which one has the alcohol. "Drink."
After James takes the glass, Jack moseys over to hand the Doctor his water. "Drink."
And then, because this should prove to be at least an amusing conversation, if not also painful and embarrassing, Jack flops onto the sofa to watch. He takes a sip of his drink and pulls a face. There is absolutely no rum in this glass. "Oops." He waves his fingers to catch James' attention.