A/N If you are unfamiliar with this phrase, you probably wont find this funny. If, however, you are, I hope you enjoy this. Also, the girl has no name, so don't even try.
Pre-Purgatory?
"I don't know luv… a picnic?"
"Yes," she punched Jack playfully in the arm. "And you are going to enjoy it."
"How can ye be so sure?" He asked, rubbing his abused arm and looking at her pitifully.
"Because," her hands rested on his shoulders, gently this time. "I'll be much more easily persuaded after I get what I want."
Hurt gone, his face picked right back up with a grin. Jack clapped his hands together, "all right luv, what do we need?"
"I have everything ready, here." She turned around and opened up a cabinet, pulling out a basket. Turning back around, her smile immediately dropped when she saw a look of horror on his face when he noticed the item. "Jack?" She asked, worried. "Jack, what's wrong?"
He blinked, opening his eyes and trying to figure out what was happening. Groping at the air around him, Jack attempted to find something that would help him up. He held tightly onto the rough wall, trying to steady his legs.
What had just happened?
Beastie.
Jack shuddered, pushing those thoughts away and looking at his surroundings. His brow immediately furrowed when he realized what he was standing it.
Where am I going, and why am I in this hand basket?