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Sequoia Clayton || 26 Owner of alt. food truck 

[dougiemcfly]

[alt-sequoia]

jordy-ballard:

It was a little surprising, but Jordy had to admit, it was attractive as hell. “No worries,” he replied with a smile, one that was more genuine than he wanted to admit. “I’m just a couple blocks this way,” he said with a knod to the left, stepping off that way. It was clear how many glances he was stealing at Sequoia, not even bothering to hide it.

Sequoia let the rain drip off the brim of his hat, every so often tilting his head back so the drops would fall on his face. “Chill.” He responded following along beside the liquor store stranger who happened to live in the opposite direction of Sequoia. Maybe this liquor store would become some halfway point where they’d run into each other ‘accidentally’. Sequoia’s mind was whirring with possibilities as a small smile fixed itself to his lips.

[alt-sequoia]

jordy-ballard:

Jordy waved off the mention of payment, not concerned whatsoever. Honestly, as badly as he wanted Sequoia, he’d buy an entire case of liquor. Pausing at the door, Jordy lifted the hood of his jacket up. He slipped the umbrella from his wrist and pushed the door open just enough to pop the umbrella into place. He hooked his other hand through the loop of the bag and gestured for Sequoia to go ahead. “After you,” he said, just barely loud enough to be heard over the rain.

Sequoia held his bag in his arms as if her were carrying a toddler. He was still slightly confused by the gestures, but at the same time, not at all opposed. He stepped out into the rain, completely avoiding the umbrella. It wasn’t in an effort to be rude, Sequoia just truly loved the rain. “Thanks anyways.” he mused, so as to not seem rude. “Rain is my favorite.” He mused more to himself than aloud.

[autumn-awakened]

[alt-sequoia]

jordy-ballard:

Jordy turned around briefly, eyeing Sequoia’s choices. “Good job, you take direction well.” He pulled the two bottles from Sequoia’s hands and placed them on the counter as well. “Bag these two separately, please. Thanks.” He couldn’t help himself, giving the employee a wink. Patiently, Jordy tapped his card on the counter a couple times before swiping it. The employee finished bagging the alcohol as he signed the bill. “You have a great night, Amber.” Turning back to Sequoia, Jordy offered him his bag. “Shall we?”

“I can-” Sequoia stopped and his brow furrowed. “Pay for that myself.” Sequoia dug his hands back into his pockets as he watched Jordy do his business with the cashier. I take direction well? Was that supposed to be an innuendo? He wasn’t quite sure what was happening here. Was this some sort of charity? Or did this guy really just want to get the hell out of the liquor store. “We shall?” Sequoia reached out to grab the bag from Jordy. “Thanks.” His eyes squinted and he headed towards the door, still raining something awful outside.

[majesticunicorns]

[alt-sequoia]

Vegan Pizza Tubes w/ Topping of choice.

[alt-sequoia]

jordy-ballard:

“Make it quick,” Jordy said with a wink, giving Sequoia’s hip a tug toward his body. Jordy let his lips crash against the other’s quickly, the desire evident. When he finally pulled back, he let go of Sequoia and took a few steps backward before turning to make one last stop. By the time he was at the counter, Jordy was settling three good-sized bottles into place and pulling his wallet out. His eyes kept scanning the store, barely able to focus on small talk with the cashier who recognized him. “Hmm?” he said, glancing back at the girl who’d just asked him a question. “Oh, yes, found everything very easily. As always, a successful trip.”

If the kiss was any indication of the events to follow, Sequoia was on board. Slightly surprising, but good. Real good. Sequoia plucked a bottle of Jameson from the shelf. quickly grabbing what he’d come in for as well and headed to the counter. He stood in line behind Jordy, holding the bottles like twin babes in his arms waiting to purchase them. He laughed a little to himself at Jordy’s obvious eagerness toward the cashier.

[alt-sequoia]

jordy-ballard:

“Something tells me I don’t need help with you,” Jordy replied, his hand moving out to Sequoia’s hip. He let his hand rest there, but his thumb was already moving up and down against his clothing. “Grab a bottle of Jameson and meet me at the counter so we can get the hell out of here.”

If Sequoia was unsure before, the gesture from the man that stood before him was enough to prove that he was right in his assumptions. “You got it.” He muttered low, not wanting to be the first to move.

[alt-sequoia]

jordy-ballard:

Jordy shifted, his feet inching closer to Sequoia as he lowered his gaze to the smirking lips. “I guess, technically, ‘all parties’ is more honest, but I’m not in the mood to share you right now.” It was a bit of a risk, but he had a feeling this wouldn’t blow up in his face. If it did, he had a few people he could call up to remedy things… But this guy seemed interested, even if only barely.

Sequoia would have to be daft to not realize what was happening now, and to be honest he was buying what this guy was selling. Sequoia’s tiny smirk shifted to more of a smile. It wasn’t that he hadn’t gotten laid recently, but he’d been working too much to find time lately, so now that the opportunity was sort of presenting itself, Sequoia was kinda lonely, and he had a free evening, who was he to argue? “Who said anything about sharing?”

[alt-sequoia]

jordy-ballard:

Jordy couldn’t help himself, eyes following Sequoia’s hand. This part, the playful back and forth where he had to hold himself back was an absolute nightmare. “I never said I wasn’t dangerous,” Jordy replied, his voice deeper with hunger. “I’m far from harmless, but that’s usually a good thing for both parties involved.”

Eyebrows lifting, Sequoia was admittedly surprised at the other’s comment. Not because of what was said, but moreso in trying to decipher what exactly the meaning was behind it. A low laugh came from Sequoia as he dug his hands into his pockets. “Both parties eh?” The lightbulb above Sequoia’s head was slowly starting to flicker as he began to understand what was happening here. A smirk fixed on his lips.

[alt-sequoia]

palermoviv:

“God bless twitter, it’s a magical place. And also the actual worst, which is what happens when more than 2 people are on any one social media, I guess. I’ll definitely follow, though, anything to know where the good restaurants are.” Viv chewed her lip for a second at the question, eyes scanning the shelves as though that would somehow help her remember the entire library inventory. “Yes, but also that depends on what kind of anthology you’re wanting. Poetry, short stories, essays, columns? Or any combination of those, I think we have some that are arranged by topic rather than author somewhere in literature.“

Sequoia nodded in agreement at her social media commentary. He was only on social media for his business, but he understood the issues with it. Sequoia followed her gaze as her eyes seemingly searched the library. “I was wondering if you had a National Geographic Photo anthology.” He paused for a moment. “I’m not actually sure anything like that exists, but if it does, do you have a copy here?”

[alt-sequoia]

jordy-ballard:

“I won’t let it happen again,” Jordy replied, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip again. Looking the man over one more time, Jordy cocked his head to the side. “It’s Jordy, and come on, I’m way too pretty to be a serial killer.”

Removing his hat, Sequoia raked his hand through his shoulder-length locks before placing it back on his head. “Jordy.” He repeated. “The pretty ones are the ones you have to keep an eye on. They’re usually more dangerous.” A smile pulled at his lips.

[dougiemcfly]

[alt-sequoia]

jordy-ballard:

“I wasn’t exactly clear that it was one,” he replied with a smirk. “I was thinking,” he said, “what if I buy you a bottle of Jameson in return for your help, and you come over to my place to drink for a bit?”

“Gotta be clearer next time.” Sequoia shook his head, a face of mock disappointment. “Hmm.” He began to contemplate. “And how do I know you’re not some sort of serial killer? I don’t even know your name.”

[alt-sequoia]

jordy-ballard:

“Jameson, I like it,” he replied, licking his lips slowly. “I’m an equal opportunity drinker, really. Not one to discriminate, as long as it’s quality.”

Gnawing on the inside of his cheek, taking an opportunity to look the man up snd down, not worrying too much about whether or not he was making it obvious. “Well I didn’t know that was an option.” The corner of his mouth curled, and Sequoia crossed his arms over his frame.

[alt-sequoia]

jordy-ballard:

“What can I say? I like to misbehave and make bad decisions.” Jordy’s teeth sank down into his bottom lip as he watched Sequoia laugh, eyes locked on the lips of the other man. “What’s your poison of choice?”

A small smirk appeared on Sequoia’s lips as he hard Jordy’s confession. “My poison of choice?” Sequoia thought for a second, “I’d probably say Jameson is my go to. Yours?” He took a moment to take in the man before him. Attractive. Probably straight, but one never really knew nowadays.

[alt-sequoia]

jordy-ballard:

“I think the ones shooting for the tax break are the type to pull some New Year’s Eve wedding shit,” he noted, extending his arm out to rest on the top of the shelf to his right. “Those are never as fun as they want them to be, because New Year’s Eve is for getting shitfaced, and apparently it’s bad form to be hitting on the preacher before the ceremony.” Jordy rolled his eyes, stealing another glance at the other man. “I’m Jordy, by the way, and forever indebted to you for saving me some much needed time trying to get my brain working.”

“I don’t get holiday weddings in general.” Sequoia shook his head. “I mean, you’re basically asking your guests to uproot whatever their normal plans for that holiday are, and I’m sure some of them are okay with it, but it’s pretty damn inconsiderate if you ask me.” He grabbed a random bottle off the shelf and read the label, wincing before immediately putting it back on the shelf. “Hitting on the preacher? Well, might be frowned upon by some, but where’s the fun in that?” A short laugh fell from his lips as he grabbed at another random bottle. “Sequoia, and anytime man. Proud to aide someone in shitty liquor selections.”