Jack stood over her, looking her up and down. It would have been an unfortunate scene if someone had walked in, but they didn't. Jack didn't know who this girl was- she had luscious dark curly brown hair, and creamy pale skin that perfectly complemented the embroidered flowers around her collar. Certainly Will wouldn't be lucky enough to have wed a creature as fine as this? He shook the idea from his mind, and tried to decide to do about the girl, when she opened her eyes.

Most normal girls would scream, so Jack was fairly surprised when she just fluttered her eyelashes and looked at him. "Jack Sparrow?"

He was slightly taken aback, but covered it up with a signature sly smile and a wink. "I see my reputation precedes me." He tried not to look so covetously at her as he wanted to.

Her innocent smile and hand outstretched to him. "Won't you be a gentleman and help me up?" He took her hand as she stood up. She was only a few inches shorter than him, much less vulnerable looking now that she was standing up. "I'm Vivian. I'll be back in a moment- I must change. Please make yourself at home, Will should be back fairly soon."

Upstairs, Vivian ran her hands through her hair. She had screwed up big time. Not only had she not made it upstairs in time to look presentable, but she had also flirted with... Jack. Sparrow. The infamous pirate. She felt a little woozy as she slipped into a real dress. It didn't help that she had passed out on the ground again downstairs. She rubbed her cheeks, trying to restore some color to her pallor. Her insomnia was getting worse.

Jack sat down briefly, dumbfounded by the girl's brazenness. Not that he minded it… her contrasting physical frailness were intriguing when compared to this… cheekiness personality. His eyes wandered to the fine stained furniture around the living room. He got up, and opened the bottom drawer of one of the pieces. Jack had the equivalent of a third eye when it came to booze, even if this was brandy instead of his preferred rum. He found a glass in this cabinet, poured himself a drink, and sat back down, unnoticing of the dust he was spreading over the white couch, and awaiting company.

Vivian wrestled with what to do. Go, entertain their guest, and risk being coy again? Or wait for Will, where her behavior would inadvertently be enforced by Will's propriety? Jack's handsomeness paired with those caramel eyes was too enticing.

She started down the stairs.

I'm finally updating/ putting this story in a better direction... so help keep me motivated & review!! I should be updating all my stories sooner now that I have a little more free time (MCAT class ending and such foolishness etc.) so please please review!! lots more jack fiestiness to come of course.

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