New Perspective ~ A Handsome Jack x Reader Story

Chapter Twenty ~ A Visit to Moxxi's

          Jack stormed on ahead of you as you followed him towards Pierce Station. You were annoyed with how rudely he acted towards Timothy. It seems as though just when you start to understand him, he lashes out and erases all progress you had before. How will you ever sustain this friendship with him if he continues to act like this? 

          A sigh escaped your lips as you felt your ECHO device begin to go off. However, it seemed to have connected to your arm, as the call went from the small box-like device to your palm. You flinched at the call appearing from your palm, a holographic image of Moxxi appearing with the words "Moxxi Calling" below. Since you got back you haven't gotten the chance to speak to her... 

          You decided to answer, pressing the answer icon that appeared. 

          "Hey, sugar, I heard you were planning on going on a mission for Lilith. Mind stopping by my bar before you leave? I'd greatly appreciate it," Moxxi asked of you, a bust of her now appearing in holograph form. Ahead of you, Jack froze in his tracks at the sound of Moxxi's voice. You looked past the hologram to Jack, watching him stagger slightly due to his sudden stop. 

          "Sure, yeah..." you responded, pulling your attention back to Moxxi, "I'll be there in a second."

          "See you in a few, sugar," Moxxi smiled, her holographic appearance now disappearing. Looking back to Jack now, you watched as he slowly turned back around to face you. 

          "That was... Moxxi?" Jack asked, a sort of hesitant tone to his voice.

          "Yeah, she wants me to visit her before we leave," you replied, watching him act odd. "...you can come, too, if you want."

          Jack rose a brow at your offer. "Well... I don't see how it could hurt. I mean, she'll just think I'm Tim, so it's not like she would try to murder me or anything," Jack convinced himself, walking back over to you with a grin. "God, it's been a while since I've seen ol' balloon tits." 

          "Yeah, just uh, don't call her that to her face," you told him, rolling your eyes as you began to walk to her bar, not waiting for him. 

          "Oh don't worry, I've got tons of other nicknames for her," Jack grinned maliciously, following close behind. You couldn't tell if he hinted at these nicknames being rude or sexual... either way, you felt your eye twitch at what he implied. You didn't respond to his witty remark, which seemed to have caught him off guard. He jogged a bit to catch up with you, now speed walking beside you. "But, ah, I won't use them of course," Jack piped up, glancing at you quickly before letting his eyes wander elsewhere, looking around at the buildings surrounding the both of you. "Wouldn't want her to catch on that I'm not actually dead, after all." 

          Approaching the bar, you paused outside of the doors to speak to Jack - he seemed to understand, stopping beside you. "Just let me do the talking, alright? I don't want you to give away that you're you," you told him as you pat down your clothes, making sure you looked presentable.

          "Not a problem, cupcake. It's fun when you take control, anyways," Jack replied, giving you a sly wink. Hearing this caused a shade of pink to dust your cheeks as you looked up at him, half frustrated and half flustered. Once you looked at him you realized his hair looked too much like him and not enough like Tim. Instead of replying, you reached up and fixed his hair. The touch of your hands to his hair got a slight flinch out of him, but this initial surprise was quickly overlooked as he simply watched your hands work through his hair to make it look shaggier. Surprisingly, he didn't say a thing while you did this.

          Finally satisfied with his now messier hair style, you pulled your hands away from his hair. "That should be convincing enough.." you muttered slightly to yourself, letting your chin rest in your palm as you observed your work. The moment Jack made eye contact with you, you knew he was going to crack some sort of crafty retort at what you did.