Every Night's A Party (Open)

[Tommy Ryan]

"Drinking will kill you eventually, Tommy."

The Irishman waved off the warning from one of the other passengers. "God invented alcohol to keep the Irish from taking o'er the world, you know." He said this over the music and chatter in the dining saloon. The 3rd Class one, anyway, and from what Jack had told him about the 1st class dinner he'd been to, he was quite content to stay down here. At least they had fun.

Speaking of Jack...

"'Ey, Jack, are you bringin' yer goddess among men back tonight?" He was talking about the redhead Jack had been spending so much time with lately... the same one Tommy himself had said Jack would never get close to. But what did he know?

[Jack Dawson]

Jack couldn't help but laugh at his friend Tommy. Things had been going alright and his thoughts were mostly on Rose. She haunted his dreams and refused to leave them. Of course, Jack didn't have any problems with Rose haunting his dreams. She seemed to bring out the best in him and vice versa. Quite honestly, Jack had never met a girl like Rose and he didn't want to let go.

"I dunno Tommy. Maybe I will," he said with a smile.

[Tommy Ryan]

Tommy just smiled and shook his head, looking at Fabrizio, the fun loving Italian. He still had no idea how Jack had managed to get next to the girl, much less get her coming back for more, but even he had to admit, angels flying out of your arse was a much smaller probability than he'd initially thought.

Fabrizio, though, seemed to have found himself a girl as well, and damned if they weren't adorable, language barrier and all.

Grinning, and slightly drunk, Tommy leaned forward. "I've got two dollars that says you can't get her to come down here again."