Nothing happens for a few moments and, yes, Jack begins to think he's won. After all, Hector was never one to let anything go without a fight, especially not something he wanted. And so, Jack allows himself a smirk in triumph, standing in the middle of the kitchen, nutella still clutched in his hand.
He moves towards the other end of the kitchen so he can sneak back out, up the stairs and into his own room. By the time Hector realizes he's been duped, Jack will be in his cabin, having ascended to delicious, sweetened chocolate Heaven.
But, of course, Jack doesn't make it more than two steps when the kitchen door is loudly and forcefully slammed open. Jack acts like any reasonable, rational person would.
He turns on his heel, gun in hand and pointing it directly at the person responsible.
He supposes he should be more surprised that it's Hector, but he's really not. He narrows his eyes, nutella in his left hand, gun in his right. He doesn't lower the gun.
no subject
He moves towards the other end of the kitchen so he can sneak back out, up the stairs and into his own room. By the time Hector realizes he's been duped, Jack will be in his cabin, having ascended to delicious, sweetened chocolate Heaven.
But, of course, Jack doesn't make it more than two steps when the kitchen door is loudly and forcefully slammed open. Jack acts like any reasonable, rational person would.
He turns on his heel, gun in hand and pointing it directly at the person responsible.
He supposes he should be more surprised that it's Hector, but he's really not. He narrows his eyes, nutella in his left hand, gun in his right. He doesn't lower the gun.