John blinked at both the ease of the guy and the screen in his face. He scanned it, and glanced over at said guy. American, gorgeous, almost too perfect with the teeth and the skin and the sparkling eyes...and John did not give one fuck. The glance he gave Jack was about as interested as the way he'd scanned the guy's phone, although the glance itself was an instinctual indication of John's openness to both men and women. Just because he was happy on the home front did not mean he stopped knowing where to look.
"Good booze," John said, because of course that was one of his major considerations. His own accent was mostly New York, with just a bit of Philly-rust belt flaking through. More now than when he tried to speak proper at school. "Food's pretty good pub food. Nothing too hipster, thank God." Because there was nothing John disliked more than people who thought they were cool. And if this guy had looked like a hipster, John would've recommended a place two blocks away, neck beards a-plenty.
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Date: 2015-04-12 05:22 am (UTC)"Good booze," John said, because of course that was one of his major considerations. His own accent was mostly New York, with just a bit of Philly-rust belt flaking through. More now than when he tried to speak proper at school. "Food's pretty good pub food. Nothing too hipster, thank God." Because there was nothing John disliked more than people who thought they were cool. And if this guy had looked like a hipster, John would've recommended a place two blocks away, neck beards a-plenty.