Protector

Jackson Jamerson, 32, Advertising Brother, Son, Uncle, Never Quite Grown Up

[theclxrkegirl]

“So what’s your excuse?” Liv asked with a teasing smile, rolling her eyes as she slid the bottles away. “Well I keep trying to convince you to come work for me but then you go all “No Liv bartenders are alcoholics blah blah blah”,” she laughed, rolling her eyes as she slid him another drink.

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

Jackson let out a boisterous laugh as he accepted his drink. “No, what I say is that I ran a bar before and it made me feel like an alcoholic.” Taking a sip he winked across the bartop at Liv. “Now if you need help advertising the fuck out of this place, then I’m your man.”

[bex-b-blog1]

Bex couldn’t help the snorts of laughter that escaped her when he revealed the true reason for showing up at gentlemen’s club when he wasn’t available, if not to cheat. “Well, first, the boss around here is Olivia,” she smirked, “and I can take them for you, if you’d like, and pass them off?” 

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

“Olivia...of course,” he corrected himself with a bow of his head. His eyes darted down to the box of cards and then back to the brunette. “Do you have the time? I don’t want to make you go out of your way.”

[theclxrkegirl]

Carrying out two cases of alcohol from storage, Liv tried to balance the heavy liquor as she made her way back up to the bar, hesitating before she set the cases down on the counter. “Jeez, you’d think with all the men we have in here someone would offer to help,” she rolled her eyes, blowing out a breath as she started to unload the boxes. “Then again, men are really only good for sperm donors,” she teased lightly, glancing over at the person across the bar before she moved to pour them another drink.

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

“Guys don’t offer help unless they’re trying to get laid,” Jackson shot back with a laugh. “Otherwise you have to tell us to do it.” He held his hands out. “I keep telling you I’ll help you with stuff like that, but then you go “No Jackson, you’re a paying customer” and that’s the end of that.”

[jltheroux-blog]

   ears perk at the commotion– twelve hours and not one    call, perhaps this’d be the only one he’d be getting this    shift. he strides out of the  fire  station’s garage, leaving     an audible trail of boots against concrete as he goes to    meet that racket.

        “hey !  you need any help?”

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

Jackson let out an aggravated sigh, looking over his shoulder at the approaching man. “Damn pot hole took out my tire and my jack is busted,” he answered, foot kicking the piece of metal that had been making all the noise but doing nothing. “Last time I ever buy important equipment from Walmart.”

[sebastixncarter-blog]

       “I see those judgey eyes — stop right there, bud. It’s my pride and joy.” A chuckle escaped his lips as his eyes wandered around his apartment, “It’s not as big as you think. But good to know man. That bedroom is lso my pride and joy,” he joked. “Seriously though, wander around.. have fun.. drink up, take control of the music if you want. What’re you into?”

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

“Your party guests would mutiny against me if I took over the music,” Jackson answered with a laugh. “I’m a country man, that or old jazz and crooners. The food, however, I have indulged in a lot.”

[bex-b-blog1]

Well that was intriguing; an involved man who was at a strip club. Whether or not it was her place to ask, Bex couldn’t help the growing curiosity. “So, let me ask you then, why are you here, if not to watch the dancers?”

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

Her question wasn’t at all inappropriate and Jackson answered by holding up the box in his hand. “Business cards...I’m supposed to pass them off to your manager, but I can’t seem to find his office.”

[dreamwxlkers-blog]

“I completely understand and agree. At a certain point all parties lose their sparkle.” And normally, Lani was always one of the first few to see it fade away, and know when to make her exit.

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

“I learned that the hard way in college,” he noted with a shake of his head. “Took me a couple of bad frat party experiences to realize there was a prime time for me to make my exit. But y ou usually get a good three or four hours of fun at least until the chaos starts.”

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

Sun-Kissed || Jackson and Zora

[zoraedit-blog]

“Most did enjoy food, but… It did not stay in their stomachs, you see.” Zora said, alluding to the terrible lengths the girls in her school would go to just to stay thin. “I agree, and even if I tend to eat like a bird, I am not fearful of imperfections. We are all made up of them.” She declared rather proudly. With a smile, Zora stretched up and snuck a kiss on Jackson’s cheek. “Coffee sounds lovely, what is a morning without it?” Biting her lip, Zora watched as he worked at the coffee pot. At the mention of a fruit salad, Zora brightened. “If would like, I have a recipe for a Hungarian fruit salad. It is simply to die for. You are overdue a taste of Hungarian cuisine. I shall have to make you a proper dinner soon, and perhaps then you will like it as you do breakfast.”

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

When she brightened it was like the whole room lit up. Jackson couldn’t help but smile back at her, practically melting at the idea of doing anything that made her happy or proud. “A Hungarian diner sounds perfect. You just tell me what ingredients I need to get.” He handed the plates over to Zora, gesturing to the small table by the window. “Go get comfy, I’ll get the silverware and the coffee.” He could blame it on busing a lot of tables when he was younger, his ability to grab a lot of things at once and balance them while moving swiftly. The silverware clanked lightly, coffee cups made a duller sort of thud, and he put down several kinds of coffee accessories. “Don’t tell anyone but I’m a sucker for the flavored creamer,” he said in a teasing tone, scooting his chair over so that he was sitting right next to her. Breakfast wouldn’t be breakfast if he had to be so far away from her after all. “I gave you two sugars, I hope that’s enough. If not I’ll grab more.”

[dreamwxlkers-blog]

“It is very nice to meet you, Jackson.” She thought of the typical New Orleans-style party. It made sense pride would follow suit. “To each their own. Hopefully, it all stays safe. I know parties can get a tad… Rowdy, here?”

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

“They can, yes,” he answered with a nod. “Just gotta know when to ditch the party, and going in groups can be helpful to. That way you’ve got someone looking out for you.”

[bex-b-blog1]

“Well thank you,” Bex smirked and waited for the guy to tell where he’d be sitting, and when he didn’t she let her excitement dwindle until her lips formed a soft frown. “Well, that’s no fun, is it? Why don’t you stay for a while, at least one drink?” 

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

He gave a nervous chuckle, hand at the back of his neck. “No...no this isn’t really my sort of thing....” But then she pouted and he gave a soft sigh. “I am sure you are a lovely dancer, but this place is more entertaining for single men...and I am not a single man.”

[jaycubkennedy-blog]

“I mean, I know that.” He nodded, “It’s just– I think that one’s taunting me. Only moving when I look away, or when he thinks i look away.” His eyes were still on the man, but he nodded to the guy talking to him, “I couldn’t do it that’s for sure. Too many people staring at them.” 

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

“Maybe they smell fear, like dogs. Or like how a clown at a party always happens to walk up to the child that’s terrified,” Jackson mused with a laugh. “At least these ones are semi covered...I once had the displeasure of attending an event where they were totally nude save for body paint. Most uncomfortable four hours of my life.”

[loganlemans]

Growing up in Holland, I always thought my name was boring, but in the U.S., all of a sudden I have a very cool name.

[bex-b-blog1]

“Do you see this hot new number?” Bexley swished her hips as the sequins flickered beneath her moves and a soft laugh filled the air. It certainly didn’t take much to excite the woman, but when it came to dancing, well, it wasn’t just a hobby. It might’ve started out as such, and progressed to a job to pay the bills, but Bex enjoyed interacting those who she was dancing for. Obviously. “Well, let me just tell you, what’s underneath is something you should look forward to. Trust me. And, if you stick around until showtime, you’ll see what I mean.” 

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

“The dress is very lovely,” Jackson answered curtly, though her enthusiasm did make him smile. “But I’m not here for the show. I’m just dropping off business cards for you boss and then I’ll be on my way. Break a leg though...that’s the good luck sentiment you give to dancer’s, right?”

[jaycubkennedy-blog]

“Did you like– did you just see that. I swear he just moved. Oh my goodness–” 

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

“It’s that whole living art thing. They’re real people, and I don’t know how they do this. I’d be slumped over after ten minutes, shifting from foot to foot and stuff.”

[sebastixncarter-blog]

#theafterparty

       “Why are you just standing there? Grab yourself a drink. It’s all free and nobody bites,” Sebastian insisted to the person beside him, raising his voice to be heard over the music. He then gestured with a nod of his head to the bar before him where bottles and bottles of alcohol waited to be drunk. “Have fun, relax, enjoy yourself. Just—whatever you do don’t go into the big master bedroom. That’s my room. Oh and the leopard print chaise lounge too, off limits.” 

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

“You have a leopard print chaise lounge?” Jackson’s eyebrows rose and he gave a whistle as he took another glance around the space. “This looks like the sort of home they rent to film movies in man. I could probably get lost five times before I got close to the off limits master bedroom.”

[szeretlekworld]

Michiel Huisman 😍

[silasatwater-blog]

“It’s a party thing,” he answered, shrugging. Silas, on one hand, was definitely feeling the food served at the party. With one plate at hand, the other picking up various cheeses and crackers, he smiled with his mouth closed, swallowing the remains of his snacking. “—Finger food’s totally a go-to for these types of things,” he continued, stabbing a toothpick at a mini pig in a blanket. He proceeded to dip it in a sauce– which he presumes to be some sort of mustard and jumped when it falls from the toothpick, barely staining his suit. “—Crap,” he laughs. “Okay, I’m totally terrified now.”

[jacksonjamerson-blog]

At first he thought maybe this was just a thing for him. Perhaps he was peculiarly anal about stains at parties. But then the pig on the toothpick took a tragic head-dive, and a light but visible stain was an imperfection on the stranger’s suite. “Shit man...that’s bad luck right there...it’s like the food is out to get you, see what I mean?”