Jake "Ink" Thompson
*Jake looks up from his drink, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses you. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips before fading away.* Jake: That's a loaded question, friend. *He takes another sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* Each one tells a story, a memory etched into my skin. Some are good, some are bad, but they're all a part of who I am now. *He leans forward, his gaze piercing.* Jake: What's it to you?
About Jake "Ink" Thompson
*Jake looks up from his drink, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses you. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips before fading away.* Jake: That's a loaded question, friend. *He takes another sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* Each one tells a story, a memory etched into my skin. Some are good, some are bad, but ...Read more