Take Me Home Tonight {Jack} [R]

[mia belle rivera]

Sleeping in a car and jumping from place to place had it’s own set of ups and downs including the situations you got yourself into. The gas station Mia had chosen to stop at in order to change before hitting city limits was one of those types of situations. The attendant at the register kept the keys to the bathroom, which you could smell before even getting close to the door. The entire place reeked of kitty litter and she had to hold her breathe as she made her way inside to change out of her sweat pants and into something a bit more fitting for a grand entrance. The mirror is clean at least , she thought as she pulled some eyeliner from her bag and traced her eyes in black. Throwing the clothes she had been wearing previously back inside her bag along with the makeup off the side of the sink, Mia shut the light off and left the key with the attendant before leaving the gas station in her rear view mirror.

As she drove back into town for the first time in years memories came flooding back into her mind. Mia had been gone for so long but not much had changed in that time. There were few stores here and there, a café, the Inn. Maybe she was missing an area of town that had sprouted up in her absence but she highly doubted it. The only place she cared about in that moment though was her destination for the evening, the bar. The pub at the Inn had been the only place in town for years to get a good drink and listen to some music. Her first night back, it was the only place she wanted to be, to help her forget the long road she had taken to get there. Why she had come back in the first place.

Parking the car around the corner from the main doors Mia pulled the mirror down taking one last good look at herself before replacing it again and climbing out of the car. The night air was cool on her skin but welcome as she made her way inside quickly. It wasn’t a New York city club, nor was it like any other bars she had been too. Much to small, the entire town probably didn’t compare to the number of people that could fit in one of those places. But the shelf lined wall of alcohol and dim lighting felt more welcoming than any place she had found in a long time and sitting herself down at the bar waving the bartender over her way she intended fully on having a good night.

Words//Four-fifty-one
Outfit//Fill in later
Notes//Pour this lady a drink! =D

[jack morrison wesley]

“Last call.” He promptly called, cleaning the glass on his hand as he called out for the final hour; letting the patrons mull over their drinks and their prospective agendas that went along with their drinks. He merely hummed to himself as he cleaned the glass, watching from the side of his eye of the new batch of dirty glasses that came from the waiters and the waitresses that were doing their last work of collecting glasses and telling the patrons if they wanted anything else before the bar closes. It was something, but to the bartender behind the counter, having a waiter wait on you is enough already.

Muttering to himself, he went to the sink while carrying the dirty glasses, as he deposited the glasses carefully one by one into the sink that was filled with water. It was just a simple job, considering that the bar he worked in was relatively normal sized in terms of bar shapes and sizes. But the counters and shelves were filled normally with alcohols of all kinds, and that was alright for a bar, which is located in the local inn here; the Pheasant Inn. It has a tacky sign and a tacky name, but it was alright for him. He has a room at the inn, where he would usually bunk f he was too lazy to get back to the loft.

He has been working for more than a year now and well away into two or three years by now. It was a crappy job, but he learned quickly from the old and grizzled bartender who was before him. The old man would say that the bar they were working in is not actually a bar, but is more in the shape of a bar-cum-lounge. It was true, the place had a certain lounge-esque to it, and that the place has also a certain feel to it. He ignored the fact that the place was usually visited by grizzled attendants and rather mature looking woman, as well as the inn’s patrons. Most of them were more interested at the restaurant in the inn.

As he dumped the last of the glasses in the sink, he returned back to the back of the shelves where he sorted back the bottles that he had used on the shelf, popping the cap back on and putting them back on the shelves; making sure that they were in order. Cracking his knuckles a little, he turned around as he heard a shuffling of feet and a creaking of the wood indicating that a customer has made his or her way on the bar. He turned around just as she called him to her. “Yes, what can I do you for?” he asked, looking at the young woman who was sitting at the counter, looking typically bored and lost.

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 476 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

The bartender turned away from the activity he had been engaged in upon her arrival to address Mia’s request asking what it was that she desired. “A double shot, surprise me. And . . . . . . .” her voice trailed off looking over the bottles before finishing her thought “a long Island please.” Mia gave him a mischievous smile as she watched him pour her order on the bar in front of her. The double shot was a request for something strong that would hit her nice and hard first. Then the long island would follow, not exactly the most exiting of all the drinks in the world but it was nice for sipping on in between the real stuff.

Sitting on her stool Mia watched the bartender get to work on her drinks finding herself rather surprised to find someone of his caliber in a place like this. Tousled blonde hair on the top of his head framing an ever so gorgeous sun tanned face. The sleeves on his black button up shirt were rolled up just enough to give her a glimpse of the tattoos hiding underneath making her even more curious to who exactly this man was. If for nothing else other than a nice piece of eye candy to entertain herself with for the evening, he was someone she hoped to run across again in her ventures home.

As the shot was poured Mia didn’t waste any time taking it in her hand and quickly throwing it back letting it hit her throat before swallowing it like a pro. Whatever it was he had chosen to give her, it was going to do the trick she had hoped, the sting evident as she could feel the liquid coursing downwards through her body. “What was that?” She asked him curiously as he slid the long island across the bar to her as well to which she followed her question with an extremely large drink. There were not a whole lot of drinks in which she had not partaken, alcohol had been her thing for a long time, she had tried nearly everything she was given the opportunity too. That though had been completely new to her and again she grew more intrigued with what he was doing in a small town like this with the big town moves. “What time do you guys close? I heard you already making last call as I walked in.

Tag// Jack
Words// Four seventeen
Outfit// Will fill this in later
Notes// Hope its enough!

[jack morrison wesley]

A double shot, surprise her; and a Long Island; easy enough. He merely nodded in reply as he took a few bottles from the shelf and mixed it in a small shaker before pouring the contents into two shot glasses, before he moved on towards the next order of business. He pulled out a normal long glass and pulled out various bottles from the shelves, tossing them in a flamboyant fashion as he dolloped a little bit of whiskey, gin, tequila, white rum, vodka, some sugar syrup and mixed them together with a little bit of coca-cola and orange juice in the shaker. He shook it vigorously in his hand, tossing them a little bit before he puts it in the long glass filled with the ice.

Blame his mentor for the flair; he always said that the best tips come from entertaining show at times, and he proved the young ma wrong when he would say that there were no tips for people who put on a show. For strippers, sure there were extra tips for them when they put on a show. For bartenders like him, however, there were fewer tips for him. However his mentor prides himself on that small fact, that as a mixologist; the term he called bartenders, they are entitled to put on a little flamboyance and a little flair in the drink-making.

Along the times that he was mixing the drinks, he could not help but notice the mischievous smile that lingered on her lips as he tossed the shaker. He ignored it at first, but the longer he took his time to mix the drinks, he felt that he was being undressed by her gaze. It was slightly unnerving; but not unusual or unnatural for him. He had been hit on by women who frequented the bar, and sometimes even by men, and for almost all the time he would reject them on the grounds that he was working. He rarely picked up girls from work, with a few notable exceptions. But hose notable exceptions were rather special, so to speak, and they soon left after a while; they were visitors.

She was good looking, judging from the amount of cleavage she was baring, and also showing that she was not wearing any bra under her black blouse- top. He ignored it for a second as he watched her down the two shots like she was used to it, before he slid the glass towards her. He merely pursed his lips as she asked him about the shots. “It’s the Buttery Nipple.” He simply replied. “I was considering Spice Rum, but you seem to need a particularly hard shot.” Again he was asked a question and he leaned on the shelf as he grinned. “We’re just about to close for the night. We usually close at about one or two in the morning. And as of right now...” he said, pointing to the clock on the wall.

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 496 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

As he pointed to the clock on the wall Mia followed his finger shaking her head and turning back to face him shrugging her shoulders. “Guess I didn’t realize how late it was.” That was to say the least. She had been in the car for hours, days even, taking her time to get there and stopping a few places along the way to stay over, find herself some entertainment. With the evening ending here soon she would have to find her way back to the car for the evening or get creative with a place to stay the night. “This won’t take long to finish.” She reassured him as she again took another swig of her drink before setting it back down on the bar tracing her fingers up and down the tall glass.

Looking around the room Mia didn’t appear to be the only one trying to get her drink in before the doors were locked for the night. There were people leaving but a few stragglers remained as there always was. The ones who would be there til the very last possible moment looking for that person they had met earlier in the night, and downing the very last drop of their beer in hopes for one last buzz before stepping back out into the night. “Where would I go to ask about a room for the night?” There were two places that could have been possible exits into the main part of the Inn where a desk could be located. She really didn’t have the money to be putting down on a room for the night but perhaps if she got lucky she could find a way to make payment without ever giving up a penny to anyone.

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Tag// Jack
Words// Two ninety three
Outfit// Here
Notes// Hope its enough![/size]

[jack morrison wesley]

He ruffled his head and merely nodded at her reply, it was getting late, and he might close up in a few moments or so, as the final customer exits the lounge and he can just lock the shelves and the bar up and make his way home, or go to the room he rented in the inn. It was somewhat simpler for him to not go home and take a rest at the inn, and head back to his loft in the morning. He fanned himself a little, feeling the heat, even if the place was air-conditioned. He unbuttoned one more button on his shirt to let the air come into his shirt a little.

He nodded at her assurances that she would not take long, as he started to clean up the glasses one by one, watching the patron mill out one by one, until there was only her and him at the bar. He did not mind it at all, and he was so used to it by now. He was so used to the fact; he would just ignore anyone at the bar’s presence at times. But he was sure he was not minding the fact that she was there. At least the view was enjoyable and more than bearable. He looked at her as she asked him about accommodations in the area. He pointed at the main door with the stirrer. “Well, there’s always the front desk.” He simply replied to her. “There’s always room at the Pheasant Inn.

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 254 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

Up until the point that the guy unbuttoned another button on his shirt Mia herself hadn’t realized how warm it actually was inside the bar. Her eyes though watched him carefully as he did so and then moved to clean up as the last patron exited through the front doors half expecting him to ask her to leave but never moving to do so. Taking another drink she sat there quietly content to just sit for a moment as she finished the alcohol inside her glass and stood from her stool to walk it to the other end where he stood cleaning his glasses. “Thanks for the drinks.”She said as she leaned over the bar and set it on the dirty side of the small sink he used. He didn’t have to give her a drink after coming in, last call already having been warned, and he surely didn’t have to let her stay after closing time to finish the drink he had given her.

Using both her hands Mia pushed herself back up off the bar and smiled looking towards the entrance to the front desk he had directed her towards a few minutes before when she asked about a room at the inn. Knowing she wasn’t ready for bed after a long day in the car, and her thoughts claiming the best of her, she turned back towards him with a playful narrowing of her eyes and decided to introduce herself. Maybe she would even see if there was anything else to do this late, perhaps he even wanted to join her. What else would she have to lose if the answer to all of her questions was no? Just a few extra moments of time that she found him well worth, in the event of course, that he did want to entertain her for the rest of the night. “I am Mia by the way. I don’t suppose there is anywhere else open this time of night you would want to join me in going?”

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Tag// Jack
Words// Three forty four
Outfit// Here
Notes// Hope its enough![/size]

[jack morrison wesley]

He merely watched her approach him at the end of the counter, facing him as he washed the glasses silently and without complaint. As she placed the glass at the small side of the sink, she leaned forward, letting him take a peek at the rather deep gorge on her chest. He still remained ignorant even though he had to admit, the scene was good. At the mention of thanks he merely shook his head and grinned more to himself than to her. “Thanks for the nice view, anyways. It was just part of the job to serve customers.” He simply added as he resumed washing the last of the glasses, taking her glass in the process and washed it as well.

He finished washing the last of the glasses and left it to dry on its own accord as he turned around and closed the shelf that housed the alcohols, but not before he took out a bottle of beer and opened it. He took a drink out from it as he closed it and locked it up. He took a short sip as he leaned on the counter, apparently ignoring the girl. It was not that he cared. The bar is closed already, so there would be no drinks. The patrons, however, are free to lounge at the seats and the tables and even the bar, but one would not get drinks at that time, as he has already locked the shelf up.

His resting head snapped shut as the young girl piped up and introduced herself as Mia. He had to admit, she sure had the intention to stay at the inn, at one point. He has a shrewd head, and he could guess that she was mulling the thought of staying at the Pheasant Inn. He could not really complain; the beds were good, the room was a bit small but really homely, and that the rates were cheap. He chuckled to himself as he took another sip out from his bottle. “I, am not interested.” He replied, grinning at her. “And well, there’s no place like home, but why should I join you in going there?” he added, smirking at her and sighing to himself. Another seducer from the bar at this late of night, he thought to himself, taking a sip.

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 387 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

The view he thanked her for Mia knew was obviously the clear one her shirt gave him as she sat in front of him and leaned across the counter to give him back her glass, but she ignored it and didn’t blink twice at the comment. He remained quiet for several minutes as she stood leaned up against the bar watching him do his closing duties and pop open a beer. Being the bartender she supposed had its perks. The bar closed to close not because there were alcohol hours in the state so working in a place as such he could probably drink whatever, whenever he wanted to even after patrons had to leave.

The shock of being turned down almost instantly though was a sting Mia hadn’t felt in years, one she didn’t like the feeling of remembering. Uninterested. That was surprising. The fact though that it didn’t stop there and he mentioned “home” giving her the opportunity to suggest why he would want to join her there suggested there was at least a curiosity she had peaked in him. A mischievous grin pursed her lips knowing exactly what she wanted, the initial turn down only making her want it more as she placed her hand on the bar letting her fingers trace along the edge as she walked around behind it.

Approaching him without second though in his territory behind the bar, somewhere she knew she shouldn’t be Mia walked finally lifted her hand from the woodwork as she stopped her path just in front of him. Placing one hand on his chest she slowly moved closer as she began speaking in a low tone her eyes never leaving his. “I can think of a few convincing reasons.” Her hand trailed down his shirt her fingers playing in and out of his buttons til she reached the hem of his pants and let her hand sit just on top of it, fingers hanging over the edge, just suggestive enough. “First. I am new in town and don’t have a home yet to invite you back to. Two.” Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side, “it would be a long cold, night by myself. And three,” she leaned in lips grazing the outter part of his ear as she whispered her last and final attempt at reasoning before she contemplated giving up all together, “I still haven’t paid for my drinks.” Slowly she let go of his pants and again stepped back looking at him waiting for some sort of a reaction. She had never felt like she had to work so hard at someone before, usually just the suggestion being enough to get her a place to stay or a warm body to feed her needs. If there had been anywhere else open in town perhaps she would have just retreated there to try and find someone else. But something told her, or perhaps screamed at her that if she worked hard enough at him, and could get him to give in, it would be well worth the effort.

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Tag// Jack
Words// Five thirty one
Outfit// Here
Notes// Hope its enough![/size]

[jack morrison wesley]

He was amused at the shock that landed squarely on her face as she received his answer, which is more pronounced when he said that he was not interested. He was rather satisfied with his answer, not because that he always shunned women aside. He loves women and he would be really glad if a woman has given him the time of day; which in his line of work is quite a lot to take in on his behalf. He would almost always get the attraction of the opposite sex, which brings him to another point in his principle: he rarely picks up women from bars.

He was a man of his own tastes and his own lifestyles; he was a loner by choice, which also would be the reason why he would shun people away at times. He does not really take people under the wing, but he was not one to totally shun it altogether. He has a long history of making his survival life more bearable, from his family’s relentless hunt for him, to the long days and months living alone and lonesome. It was not really the life he was expected, but he was used to it now. He does not really believe in long wholesome relationships.

He merely watched her as she approached him, her finger trailing the wooden counter as he took another sip off from the bottle; as she stood from the pathway of the bar, where she was blocking his exit. He frowned at her actions as she crept closer to him. Her tone was seductive at best as her hand suddenly crept on his chest, creeping down towards his waist, resting just above his pants as she does so. She told him about her reasons for wanting him to tell him what she wanted to know, and he merely chuckled, taking another sip off from the beer.

“Well...” he sighed, looking at Mia as he leaned back on the counter as he took the last sips of the beer, before disposing it in the dustbin with a lovely toss. “Number one, you do look new, so you really don’t have a house to go to is unsurprising. You walked in like a deer caught in the headlights at the first few minutes you walked in the inn.” He grinned, walking towards her. “Number two, it would definitely be a long, cold night tonight, way to point out the obvious.” He chuckled, running a hand on her cheeks, caressing her lightly before he closed in to her, letting his lips linger just centimetres above hers.

“Three...” he whispered, seductively, grinning rather devilishly at her, licking his lips before he resumed what he was about to say. “That you did; as you never did pay. Have you no money or something? I could just let it be on the house, bout it would be a waste of my money and my tips.” He chuckled at her, running a thumb over her lips before backing away. “Plus, what are you suggesting? You can’t pay by cash, obviously.”

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 513 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

Again the rejection and sarcasm that oozed from his voice as he counted back retorts for all her reasons she had given him before. Shocked once again Mia's face made it more than clear how she felt about his comments and jerk attitude he had suddenly taken towards her. He approached her slowly as he spoke though, and instead of just turning around to leave like she had considered before she watched him. He intrigued her at the moment despite his asshole tone of voice that made her want to haul off and hit him and be done with it. But only before leaving to sleep in her car. There were moments she didn’t think anymore that the time she was spending on him was worth it, but again in the moment his hand caressed her cheek she changed her mind.

Mia’s eyes narrowed at him in question as his lips lingered ever so nearly to hers for a matter of seconds before he spoke again. This time his words were lower, his tone was different, but still just as sarcastic. Money was something she had, perhaps not a lot of, but she had some. The problem was she didn’t necessarily care to tell him that because the alcohol wouldn’t actually be much of a loss if she was the only one who didn’t pay for her drinks that night. The small amount she drank wouldn’t even be missed. “Money isn’t an issue you need to worry about.” She looked at him out the corner of her eye as she turned her head slightly to mirror her body language as his thumb ran over her lips, her eyes watching his hand as he moved it away again. “There are more ways to pay then just cash. Funner ones even.” Her arm was the one to reach up this time taking the side of his face in her hand, her own thumb coursing over his lips as she leaned in and gently took his bottom lip in her own. First she played with it a bit, her teeth nibbling before actually laying into a full on kiss, pulling back again with a playful smile. “But you have already stated your uninterest, and I obviously have no money.” Shrugging her shoulders she turned to walk away walking towards the end of the bar to walk around it and head towards the door. “I guess I will wish you a goodnight and go find myself a place to stay.”

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Tag// Jack
Words// Four oh nine
Outfit// Here
Notes// Hope its enough![/size]

[jack morrison wesley]

He watched her as she mulled his reaction over, her expression evidently changing from a rather seductive, sultry image to a more annoyed looking expression, more of annoyance and utter disdain for him, and he merely chuckled at her reaction. Sure he was always a catch and that he entertains some women to one-night-stands, brut he really never gave any of them a short and rather boring fight. He was not one to fall completely easily to another person’s wiles and charms and seduction. He was not easy to get, and due to his lone wolf attitude and his rather outlandish looks, he should just be easily left alone. He merely chuckled at her mention of money not becoming an issue, which amused him to bits. What does she think he is? A gigolo part time who is working part time as a bartender? He wanted to just slap her senseless and tell her that he was not that kind of guy to have sex and collect the money after the deed. He was not cheap. He would give in and have fun at ties, but definitely not for gaining money in the process. It was highly absurd.

She resumed explaining; where she said that there were more fun ways of settling the debt than just using cash. He laughed at that remark, although he liked the young woman’s spunk. He was then taken off guard as she returned the hand gesture to him, as she played with his lips, before adding her own personal touch by biting and nibbling his lower lips before planting a lascivious kiss on his lips, before she pulled out and grinning to him in a rather cheeky way. He was, however, unimpressed at her actions, more so because her kiss kind of sucked, and more so because she was pulling the wrong strings at this time. he merely nodded, grinning at her back again as she said that he has said what he has said, and that she would wish you a goodnight and leave. He grinned and nodded at her again. “Well, I would not stop you from leaving.” He nods, motioning her towards the door. “You can stay here if you have the money, and I can wish you a good night with that. But if you’re just here to seduce me, then, I’d say you’re barking the wrong tree.” He laughed. “But I reckon there would be no open places other than this place to have a sleep in.”

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 418 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

. “Trust me. I was not here juusssttt to seduce you. And it definitely wasn’t my original or final plan.”The arrogance that seemed to ooze from that statement made Mia want to vomit in her mouth just a little as she continued walking towards the doors stopping as she made it there placing her hands on the handle before looking at him again back behind the bar still. . “And at this point I don’t care if there is anywhere else is open at the moment. I could think of a million better places to sleep than anywhere you are present.” Her car for example being the winner.

Whether or not he was right, about there being nowhere else in town Mia had no idea. The bickering that they had just partaken in she was more than over and didn’t care to be in his presence for more than she had to be. Her ego was hurt probably, well more sure than just probably, she had never been turned down before and to be turned down so hard so instantly was like crashing and burning. With a small sarcastic wave though, she exited the bar in pursuit of the warmth of her car instead. In the morning she would forget all about it, it would be furthest from her mind, knowing that if she wanted it was never hard for her to find someone willing to help a girl out. More than that though, as she slipped into the front seat of her car pulling herself a small blanket from the backseat and lowering her seat, she hated the feeling of being alone.

That small revelation was something she had never admitted to herself though in so many years of being on her own. The things that happened in her past created her down ward spiral but maybe there was something more to her not being able to change then just the addictive lifestyle she was living. Something a bit more personal and deep then Mia herself ever tried to let on that she was. No cars as far as her eye could see up the street she locked the doors of her car before letting her eyes fall shut. Hopefully tonight she would sleep easy, fall asleep faster than nights before, and tomorrow would bring more opportunities.

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Tag// Jack
Words// Four oh Two
Outfit// Here
Notes// I am not really happy with it but I can only delete and redo so many times before going crazy!![/size]

[jack morrison wesley]

He merely put on a rather devilish grin and yet rather pleasing grin as she seemed quite flustered by his reaction. It was a sure fire way to let her know that he really was not that interested. Well, he lied; he was mildly interested, but she was going on it the wrong way at times, and it was rather uncalled for. He merely watched her exit, giving him a rather lazy and irritable wave as she walked away and out from the building. Chuckling to himself, he merely stood there, watching her hips sway back and forth as she left; before proceeding to lock the small lounge up and heading straight for home.

He decided that he should just head home back to his loft, as he was rather beat and needed a fresh shower. The shower in his bathroom was good, as he had just recently installed a water heater, so he could have warm and cold showers as much as he wanted. The showers in the inn only gave cold showers, so even if it was not half-bad, the sensation of taking a cold shower in the morning is so daunting, a morning rise would quickly turn into a rather shrivelled wad of toilet paper. Grinning to himself, he went out, after grabbing his jacket and quickly rummaged in his pockets for a smoke just to warm his body up.

His home was not that far and he could just walk there; even if he has left his car at the inn, he knows that it would not get stolen as there were securities working here as well. He merely went out and leaned on the wall, as he lit the cigarette and started to take short drags off from it. He looked around, expecting to see few cars and the dark and no sign of life fluttering by. There were crickets chirping, and that was a rarity, as usually there would be none. Taking another puff, he noticed that one of the cars began to jiggle a little, and he instantly knew what was going on in there.

Feeling rather mischievous, he walked up to the car, taking care to walk in the shadows as he closed in on the car. The jiggling had stopped, but he knew that it would not last long. He knew what was going on, and as he crept up his rather adventurous soul died out as he only saw a young woman wrapped in her blanket trying to sleep in the car, her back was turned towards him, and judging from her clothes, he could recognize her as the girl who had earlier tried to make a move on him. He stood there, puffing on his cigarette, feeling rather sorry for the girl, but maintained a placed expression as he rapped his knuckles on the window. “Hey.” He said, grimacing at her. “I guess, if this is your place to crash in the night, you’d be done for.”

“Tell you what...” he continued, taking a short drag from his smoke and flicked it towards the street. “how about you take some of your stuff and crash with me tonight; I have a room at the inn, so you can stay there for the night.”

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 544 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

Luckily the air outside the car was warm tonight and she wouldn’t have to keep the engine running just to retain heat inside. Sleeping in her car was not beneath her and she didn’t mind it, if only her brain would slow down its thought process long enough to let her fall asleep for a few hours. Closing her eyes again in a small attempt at it they popped back open only seconds later as she was startled by the sound of someone knocking on her window turning in her seat to take a look before bothering to unlock the doors or roll down any window.

Her eyes rolled as Mia realized it was the bartender standing at her car window and sat herself up to acknowledge his presence there. She hadn’t mentioned before leaving that her car was even an option and she was curious to know how he found her there but that was the lease of her concerns for the time being. The window hadn’t even been rolled down yet as he started talking to her through the glass a cigarette in hand offering her a place for the night. Moments before he had been so quick to shoot her down and this although he seemed at least partially genuine wasn’t something she cared for out of him. Out of anyone for that matter. Reaching over she rolled down the window enough to quickly give him her blunt reply. “Uninterested.” She shrugged her shoulders throwing his own reply back at him in the instance. “I don’t want or need sympathy from you. I may have been forward but being an asshole wasn’t called for either. I would rather sleep in my car and warm myself than deal with that again.”

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Tag// Jack
Words// Forgot to count
Outfit// Here
Notes// Here you go