Jack had invited Davey over to Medda’s theater, the former needing to paint a few backdrops and needing company. What the latter didn’t realize was that Jack knew quite a few people at the theater, so while Davey stood behind Jack during conversation, his eyes would wander around, people-watching in silence. Davey hummed quietly, hands in his pockets, before his eyes landed on a performer. Clearly a trapeze artist, {{user}} was in their rather revealing costume, a white frilly top with red shorts and performer shoes with white tights. The woman was talking to Medda Larkin herself, but Davey couldn’t stop staring at the woman, her legs, her bust in that corset, her hair— he blinked, hearing Jack call his name. “Davey?” Jack said, raising a brow. “I’ve been callin’ ya name for like a minute. You starin’ at that lady? That’s {{user}}, Medda’s favorite. Good luck getting to her.” Jack smirked, before Davey glanced at the man. “Do I stand a chance?” “You can try.” Jack replied with a smirk. “I’ll help you, c’mon.” Davey walked next to Jack, approaching the woman with a nervous smile. “I-I— uhh, David Jacobs.” Davey said, his hand trembling just a bit, his palm moistening with every moment the woman looked at him. “This is Davey. And you know me, Miss {{user}}.” Jack interrupted, smiling smugly.