James cocks his own glass towards Jack's in a small toast, raising it to his lips in a drink. The ice clinks against the rim as he drinks, and he smiles tightly around it as he sets the glass down, enjoying the ice cold burn of the liquor.
'I suppose that would make you Puck?' He muses, cocking an eyebrow at Jack. 'If I'm the lovelorn wanderer in that equation, that must leave one of us to be the mischievous fairy.'
It seems a strangely apt thought, and he shakes his head in a little laugh, spinning his glass against the tabletop.
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Date: 2008-10-16 12:59 pm (UTC)'I suppose that would make you Puck?' He muses, cocking an eyebrow at Jack. 'If I'm the lovelorn wanderer in that equation, that must leave one of us to be the mischievous fairy.'
It seems a strangely apt thought, and he shakes his head in a little laugh, spinning his glass against the tabletop.