his_sarah_jane | [Theatrical Muse] A drink with Jack.

A short pause was needed from him just to wipe the grin off his face, finally lowering his arm after the prolonged touch and going back to the bar leaning of previous times.

"You always this quick to judge, or do you only do it to men you're afraid to get close to?" He certainly preferred all this from the earlier questioning.

Her mouth formed into a shocked 'o' and she stared at him, completely taken aback by his own question.

"Oh!" It's all Sarah Jane was capable of getting out for the next few seconds. "Oh! Whatever... oh, where did you get an idea like that?"

It might be because it's quite true.

Jack really did love it when he was right, and making a reporter partly speechless just seemed to add to his overly self-satisfied demeanour. Thankfully for Sarah Jane, he didn't rub it in, though gave a quick wink as he replied, "Experience. It's where I get most my ideas."

Now settled rather comfortably in his leaning spot, it seemed Jack was keen to question just as much as she was, though his subject matter was a little different, "So, is this your usual dating style, picking men up and interrogating them? Or am I one of the special few?"

Sarah remained speechless as she ducked her head into her hands, trying her very hardest not to blush. "I cannot believe you're asking me this. It's positively ridiculous."

She really didn't expect questions like this from the man, not at all. Usual dating style? Special few?

This was all positively horrible, Sarah Jane decided as she drank the last of her wine quickly. Ridiculous!

He waved a hand briefly, looking as though he may be dismissing his questions due to her lack of wanting to answer, but that cheeky smirk that plastered on his features probably suggested otherwise. In fact, it was quickly obvious that he'd just been dismissing her avoidance of the subject.

"I'm to assume that's a yes, then? Because it seems you're experienced enough in this. Casual yet excitable, talkative, interested in others, attractive.. you know, with qualities like that I'm sure you've had plenty of attention before." Yes, he did enjoy flirting under any circumstances.

"But that doesn't mean I necessarily enjoyed it," Sarah lied. A rather pitiful lie at that.

Of course she enjoyed it -- after coming into her own in college, and realising just how fun male attention could be, it made up for all those years in secondary when she was ignored for being just a little too chubby.

"Especially when I was in the middle of questioning an informant," she continued, a slight grin on her face.

"Oh, so I'm just an informant now? Here's me thinking I was a date," Jack pouted humorously in return, ignoring the fact that they'd agreed to meet for questioning purposes. He always did have ulterior motives.

"For an informant, I'm not doing a hell of a lot of informing. Do I have to co-operate..?"

A date? The last time Sarah Jane had gone on a date...oh, was it really that long ago?

"And here I would think that if this was a date, there would be a lot more...oh, flirting and drinking I suppose."

She grimaced and blushed, clearly uncomortable in her skin right now. Face it: it had been too long. Sarah doubted she even knew how to act on a date.

"Oh, please cooperate, Captain Harkness? I would appreciate it ever so much."

A small tilt of his head and smile was enough to show Jack was easing up on the onslaught of flirting for a moment, noticing Sarah-Jane's awkward movements and giving her at least a little mercy.

"Flirting and drinking? Isn't that what we're doing already?" He questioned with a raise of a dark brow, glancing to her wine glass to clarify the point.

"So, if this isn't a date. What am I gonna get out of it? Because I don't co-operate unless there's something in it for me."

"You're not drinking anything except for that glass water. If this was a date," she continued, nodding towards his glass, "I'd be expecting you to drink something more."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her suddenly fluttering nerves. It wasn't as if she had never been out with a man before -- it's just that it had been years.

"If this was a date, what do you think you would get out of it?"

Glancing at the glass of water for moment, Jack shrugged his shoulders passing on the subject despite the fact he could argue his point if he'd wanted. However, the question posed was far more interesting that talking about his lack of alcoholic drink.

"Is that a trick question?" Came his only response, a lopsided smirk creeping to his lips, overly suggestive in his tone.

She took another breath, telling herself that this was perfectly normal. She was just out of practice, that's all.

"It's a question," Sarah answered with a grin.

"Well then," Jack said with that lingering smirk, arms folded and fingers drumming thoughtfully on a bicep. "Seeing as you can't come back to my place, and you don't have a place in this century for us to go back to, I guess we'd get a hotel room.. ooor, at least have the promise of meeting again."

Her eyebrows raised and she looked over Jack, thoughtful. "If I agreed to the promise of meeting you again, I would at least expect a walk back to the TARDIS."

There's a pause as she swirled the wine around, watching the red liquid before taking a sip.

"And I would expect a goodnight kiss."

"Being the gentleman I am, you'd definitely get both. But not until I'm through with you for the day," he replied with a dazzling sort of smile, the type he always used to charm his way out of any situation. Years of practice and dedication went into getting that smile perfect.

"So, these questions you've been asking. What were you planning to do with your findings, exactly? I can't imagine too many people sharing an interest in my private life."

The smile worked, even if Sarah Jane would never admit to it. She giggled and smiled back at him. It really was a rather charming smile.

"To be honest? You peaked my curiousity. The findings will stay private, with me, I suppose. It's not as if Clorinda will allow me to publish the profile on a man from the future." Sarah shrugged and looked up at him, honesty in her eyes. "I like to know the truth."

It seemed the stare of honesty on her behalf got some sort of reaction from him, even if it was only a tiny flicker of a look, a mixture of guilt and sympathy lingering somewhere in it. For the apparent extrovert that jack was, he was rarely willing to divulge in anything personal.

"Guess I'm not being too helpful in your search for truth."

She shook her head, lips pressed in a small frown. He was a mystery, to say the least.

"I've met coppers who were more helpful than you. What is it that's so dangerous, Jack?"

"Knowledge. It's a dangerous thing to control. There's certain things that have happened in this time that you or the Doctor can't know about until the time is right. Granted, most the things you're asking about aren't going to affect much, but still.. I like to keep my excuses open."

He smiled lightly, taking some amusement from her annoyance, though gracious enough not to show it too much.

"Can't know about until the time is right?" Her look turned cross, not overly but still there. "You do realise that I live in a time machine right now, don't you? I would imagine something like time would be irrelevant."

Besides, why couldn't she or the Doctor know about it? It wasn't as if they would try to change anything, oh no. Sarah knew the Doctor well enough that he wouldn't go on some idealistic crusade unless he was dragged into it.

So what was the problem then?

"Even a time machine has it's limitations," Jack shrugged, reaching for his glass only to find it empty. "Look, I could tell you the future, of things not even the Doctor knows will happen yet, but what's the point? It's too risky and you'll find it all out eventually anyway. It just involves a little bit of patience on your behalf.. though I'm starting to realise you may not have much of that."

:O

Sarah glowered at him, annoyed by the accusation. "I have patience!"

Just, well, not much of it.

"Of course you do," he agreed with a nod, clearly not agreeing with her at all. "And with that incredibly abundance of patience you have, I ask that you wait until the future becomes the present, rather than having me tell you what's to come."

"Nice bar, this." Because he wasn't trying to change the subject at all.

"Oh! You're the one that picked the bar out in the first place."

She slouched down and crossed her arms over her chest, making her appear every inch the petulant child being told to do something she didn't want.

"Maybe I ought to talk the Doctor into a spin the 51st century, just so I can find out what Captain Harkness is hiding about his life."

He eyed her for a moment, tracing a finger boredly around the rim of his empty glass, surprisingly taking the time to think before he spoke, which was a rarity with him.

"You'd have to do a lot more travelling to find out something like that. Besides, I've got far more than one secret, all from different points in different times.." A thoughtful pause and then he added, "You wouldn't be able to find me in that century anyway. No chance."

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