"Tino, you asshole," Jack sort of yelled at him, "you don't juggle goddamn people! The hell is wrong with you?"

She looked at Fjord and gesticulated, "The fuck is wrong with him?"

Tino. Obviously.

"This is going to take so much whiskey to get that picture out of my head, Fjord," Jack complained. She threw Tino another dirty look. "You're lucky I can't slap you into a singularity in here!"

She glanced toward Tino again and then answered. "Strong would be good."

Jack downed two of them immediately. The third she took a little slower. "You know, for all Tiny's got his little habits, I really think I won the bartender partner award on this island."

"You should," Jack agreed, "if only to check out the axe throwing." She toasted him with the shotglass and downed it. Made a face and a so-so hand at that one.

"So far it's been popular and there hasn't been any stupid shit," Jack noted, "But give it a week and we'll have the axes talking or some shit. This fucking place, man."

"I mean, shit, I'm there for it if they do that," Jack mused, "That's some prime time fucking humor value right there. Watch them have some sort of Scottish accent and be all 'aye, person, ya thinks yer hard? come see me about it then, ya scunner'." Yup, she was doing her best terrible interpretation of a Scottish accent.

Sounding like a Nac Mac Feegle .. not that either of them would know that.

"Yeah, you'd better way your damn moth out after that," Jack laughed at him. "The accent thing is real weird. Not just here and your world, either. I know at least one person from a different galaxy who sounded British as a kid. Quarians back in my galaxy, when they speak English, their accent is Eastern European. It's kind of neat, really."

Jack gave him examples of both. Her British accent was terrible. Too much Red Dwarf and Black Adder in her late night TV consumption. Her Quarian accent was better. She shrugged, "Where I'm from, my lack of an accent gives me away as a station kid, someone who didn't live on a planet. Almost all the planet colonies develop an accent but the stations have so many different people on 'em all the the time they never really get one."

"Would to anyone from home, too. Here? Not so much. I get confused for a Californian - it's a state on the West coast of this continent," Jack explained, in case he didn't know. "Your accent is similar to those from some states in the South. I guess maybe there's only so many different ways to pronounce words in this language, you know?"

"We sure as hell could try," Jack agreed, "Languages are real fuckin' weird. I speak at least enough to get by in the dialects back home even though it's not a thing." She tapped her ear, "Universal translator. Give it a few sentences of pretty much anything and the AI will figure it out."

She would if you spoke enough of it for her implant to pick up. But then you'd have a Jack who'd eventually figure out how to speak Orc back to you and did you really want that?

"The implant? Yeah. It makes shit less likely to get fucked up in a conversation. Or at least for there to be less 'but it's all a misunderstanding' blame excuses when it does," Jack bobbed her head in a nod. Then shrugged, "But it's more impactful to tell someone to go fuck their own mother or stick their head up their own cloaca in their mother tongue, you know?"

"And that is the goal," Jack said with a somber nod, "If I go to all the trouble of telling someone exactly how far they should fuck off, I don't want them misinterpreting it. Then it's just a waste of time and I do hate wasting my time."

Lies. She wasted time like a champ.

"I don't hang out with people who are wastes of anything," Jack shrugged, "Time, breath, carbon.. It's when you hit the trifecta that I have to start reminding myself that it makes several people I know really sadfaced when I start fixing that particular problem and giving the soil a healthy nitrogen boost."

"Thank fuck for that," Jack said immediately, "One is more than enough and I got like.. three or four already." Mostly because none of them really wanted her killing indiscriminately, it was true, but still. Where was the fun in that?

Jack was a pretty bad person but she was also completely comfortable with that.

"I'm turning into a do-gooder and I don't like it," she announced, taking another whiskey and downing it. She gave the glass an approving look a moment later and a thumb's up.

Jack snorted, "Not where I'm from. I was Public Enemy #1 for years." She took a drink and mused, "Kind of miss it. Kind of don't. It's weird. Didn't have to worry about anyone else's damn feelings back then."

Took another sip. "Then again.. didn't have to worry about anyone else's feelings back then."

"Simpler, yeah," Jack snorted, "By a huge factor. Better now? Probably. Definitely, for other people around me, so that's not nothin'. It's more complicated now. I don't know if that's worse or not. It's just what it is. A pain in my ass."

"Not sure anyone's called me 'decent' in my life, Fjord, thanks for that," Jack snickered, "Nah, you're good company too. The bar's so much nice and quieter now that someone's chosen to do their drinking some other day of the week." She gave Fjord a curious look, "Did Fenris really threaten her?" She'd said so on the radio but it was Seivarden, Jack had no idea what that actually meant.

Low whistle. "Good for him," she said after a moment. "Hey, anything that keeps her out of the bar so she doesn't annoy the shit outta me, I'll take it. She hasn't been coming by the Nest on my nights either. It's been kinda nice."