sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

[jacksonxtrudeau]

beccainbrielle‌:

   The blonde hefted the cardboard boxes through the door, unsure of their contents. The only reason she’d had them in the first place was the ‘TUTORING’ sticky note slapped to the sides of them. Allowing them to drop loudly onto the closest table, Rebecca searched for a box cutter within the tutoring offices, eyebrows arching as the male entered himself. She hadn’t expected him to follow, let alone to ask about her. Slim fingers closing around a letter-opener (the best she could do), Becca turned on her heel to face both the unfamiliar patient and her cargo. “I am,” The young woman responded, dull blade sliding through the tap easily. Blue eyes glanced into the box to find what she had expected – workbooks and text books. “Rebecca Wright,” She flashed a signature smile, holding out a gentle hand his way to shake. What the male said caught the tutor off guard, to say the least. She’d been expecting something like a pick-up line or a bribe, the actual request enticing a small tilt of her chin in surprise. “You want me to tutor you?” A light voice fell past her lips, a smile tugging at her features. “And you are…?”

There was a glint in the rockstar’s eyes as he watched her in all of her blonde GLORY. She fluttered into the room like a literal butterfly, yet her gaze was so angelic and serene that he was almost positive that he didn’t deserve it. She was beautiful, but not the type of beauty he was used to. Most pretty faces ended up taking him to bed, whereas with Rebecca he felt like doing so would taint the glow that radiated from her. Upon being asked who he was, Jax’s jaw dropped almost instantly. “What, you’ve never heard of me?” He feigned offense before laughing and shaking his head. “Jax Trudeau. Lead guitarist for a rockband. Anyways, the media loves to remind me of how fucked up I am, so I might as well try to make up for the education I missed.” It had only been a year’s worth of learning that he had missed out on, but he was dragged for it constantly. “So, you’ll help?” He asked restlessly, sitting on the nearest table and looking over at her. His posture was one of nonchalance, completely embodying the arrogance and confidence of a true rockstar--not the broken boy he really was on the inside. But maybe it was good that Becca didn’t know who he was; maybe then she wouldn’t judge him like every other goddamn person on the planet had once they heard some version of his story.

[babyuworthy]

[jacksonxtrudeau]

loyalkristina:

She had been walking around unsure of what to do until she gave up choosing to sit down and grabbing a book. She hadn’t been able to find her friend and walking around unsure of where she was going was only making her more nervous. She looked up upon realizing there was someone else in the room. “What do you think of this book? Is it worth reading?” A warm but nervous smile on her face, hopeful that the other might want to weigh in. 

Jax usually didn’t waste his time on the more quiet, timid girls, as they usually proved to be useless in bed, but this one... this blonde, was absolutely stunning. And there was something about her composure that drew Jax to her, prompting him to grab a nearby chair. Turning it around, he leaned forward with his arms on the back of the chair, peering over at her as his legs straddled either side of the wood furniture. He was the epitome of ‘charming asshole’ and that was clear in how he presented himself, sure, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t smart. “I’ve never read that one--I’m more of a sci-fi guy myself, to be honest.” He was tempted to point out that she was in the romance section, which was repulsive and boring to him, but he held his tongue out of hopes that by doing so he would get himself somewhere. “So--you’re into Nicholas Sparks, yeah?”

[jacksonxtrudeau]

dixielaminer:

Dixie was lying on one of the sofas in the rec room, picking at a stray thread. She kept trying to stop her mind from racing and twisting itself in knots but it was no use. She did not want to be here and she needed the gnawing in her stomach to stop. From what she understood it was related to the anxiety and/or whatever had happened to her… but Dixie had learned something about herself recently. She wasn’t very patient. She barely registered anything around her so anyone else coming into the room probably wouldn’t be noticed right away.

As he was pacing throughout the hallways, Jax had managed to catch a glimpse of a slightly familiar brunette laying on the couch in obvious distress... although it wasn’t clear just how he recognized her. “Hey, you okay?” He asked out of mere boredom as he entered the room in his usual swagger, posture casual yet confident as he moved closer to her, examining her features as though he would be able to remember exactly who she was. It wasn’t entirely successful, yet he was able to remember her in the crowd at one of his performances... had he fucked her? Possibly. He was probably too jacked on cocaine at the time to remember properly, but it was clear that she hadn’t been TOO exciting, since he could barely recognize her face, let alone remember her name.

[jacksonxtrudeau]

pillsandpompoms:

“OH MY GOD!!!” Payson exclaimed, louder than she normally would, and much louder than necessary. The blonde ran -sort of…. not very steadily…- to the other person. “I am SO happy you’re here!!!”. She wasn’t drunk, no no, but she felt just as good as if she was, if not better. The blonde was having a personal party, and was more than happy when the other walked in.  Of course, it helped that they were relatively understaffed following Abby’s departure… and that she had payed off the night security intern to ignore all of this tonight. They weren’t much older than she…. sure they understood Payson’s need. The girl was just happy the guard had agreed.

Either way, she couldn’t just have fun all by herself. “Come on come on come on you’re gonna miss it!” Payson grabbed the other by the hands, leading them into the room and starting to dance before the song’s drop hit. 

There was honestly nothing Jax hated more than these stupid fucking withdrawals that seemed to be more and more frequent and intolerable ever since coming to Brielle. While he knew he NEEDED to prove himself in order to get back into the band, he was dying to get his hands on a stash. As soon as the suicide had gone down, the staff and security had seemed extra focused on controlling that situation... so nobody noticed Lola slipping Jax a baggie of white powder. He’d already snorted a couple lines of his own when he realized just how bored out of his mind he was... and then he heard the music.

Walking down the hall, shirtless ( he’d taken it off because why not -- who cared? ) and energized, there was a grin plastered to Jax’s face as he came face to face with a pretty blonde who looked just as GREAT as he felt. The bass pounded loudly, and how could he not follow her? Taking her hands in his, he laughed as he kicked the door shut behind them, following suit and joining in on her dancing, body moving to the rhythm of the bass as he basked in the song, his hands still holding hers. “Where the hell have you been all my life?” He joked, grinning as he let go of her hands, still dancing in perfect sync with her, still leaving less than a foot of distance between them. 

[jacksonxtrudeau]

nurse-elise:

Elise’s eye ran along the words on the page, thoughts forming but her features showed no expression. In fact, she felt the need to delve deeper before handing out pain pills as if they were candy - unless he wanted some Tylenol. “I have pain killers. But, first, you should walk me through what’s going on. What symptoms are you feeling, where is the pain, etc.? How long has it been since you’ve last used?” She sighed, knowing her final question might appear odd, “And, what’s worked for pain for you before?”

Jax knew he shouldn’t expect anything less from a nurse but, DAMN did she ask a lot of questions. “Uh--honestly?? Like, four days.” He ran a hand over his face, not really giving a shit if she CALLED HIM OUT on using within the facility. Of course, that didn’t mean he was going to rat out Lola for hooking him up with a fix.. he wasn’t a snitch, and he was far too loyal to her to risk her losing her job. “My head fucking hurts, and it’s like my entire body was put through a shredder or some shit.” He shrugged, eyes wandering around to study the office with barely any interest at all. He was bored out of his mind, and that was reflected in his gaze. “Usually Oxy for like, if I got into a fight,” not that he’d ever taken a proper dosage, of course, “but this whole achey tired thing is new to me.”  

[jacksonxtrudeau]

makayla-oconnor:

She sighed as he only slowed down a bit, it would’ve been easier to have gone even slower, but at least she wasn’t about to fall over now.  “Thanks.”  She said dryly, hoping he might slow down even more.  “Room 200.”  She responded, following after him.

She was getting on his NERVES. That look in her eyes was low key infuriating, prompting Jax to slow down reluctantly with a clenched jaw and bright blue eyes that were filled to the brim with pure annoyance. She reminded him of the stereotypical bratty teen sisters that were so often depicted in television, and that wasn’t a pleasant thought. “Room 200. Got it.” He looked over at her with narrowed eyes, “What’d you say your name is?”

[jacksonxtrudeau]

petitececily:

a closed starter for ➺ @whatthejax

Cecily was standing on one of the table in the rec room, an undrunk sippy cup of milk on her right hand side and a variety of random toys and shredded paper lay in front of her. A nurse was sitting on one of the sofas reading a magazine, occasionally looking up to remind the child to drink. Not that cecily ever did, she was far too busy for such boring activities. today she was a CHEF, after al - aha! her first customer. hm, this must be one of the freshers that arrived in her absence. he looked…weird. but so did everyone at brielle. STILL, she was running a buisness now and so she really ought not to DISCRIMINATE. ‘‘ Welcome to Cecily’s cafe! ’’ the child BARKS, pulling herself up onto her knees. ‘‘ here, have a free PIZZA on me! ’’ WOW, what a delicious pizza made of paper and glitter. 

A scoff escaped the ex rockstar's mouth, eyes rolling impatiently at the child. "Listen kid, I don't want your fu--" He paused and exhaled, deciding against swearing in front of a kid. While he had no reason to be gentle towards her, he remembered how careful he had been when his sister was born. How EXCITED he had been to be an older brother. However, his sister wasn't a toddler anymore ( was this girl even a toddler?? she was small and immature enough, that's for sure ) and Jax didn't actually know what she had grown up to be. For all he knew, now she could be just as messed up as him... though he highly doubted that was the case. But the thing was, watching this blonde girl hold out a fake pizza with a look of such eagerness on her face brought out a side of him that he had kept hidden for years. "No thank you, I don’t like eating paper."

[jacksonxtrudeau]

beccainbrielle:

@whatthejax

“Thanks for holding the door - these things are heavy!”

"Yeah, no problem." He flashed her his signature grin, following after her, hands in his pockets and eyes bright with a plan. That was the thing about Jackson Trudeau--when he wanted something, he wouldn't hesitate to pull out his charm. "Hey, you're one of the tutors, right?" He asked, keeping up with her as she walked. He was EXHAUSTED, but made sure to do everything in his power to hide it from the other. Of course, there was no concealing the dark circles under his eyes. So far he'd been able to satiate his ever growing need for sex, but the cocaine was something totally different. Not only had the WITHDRAWALS worn him down, but he also had his fucked up sinuses to worry about. Every so often his nose would start bleeding, and his voice was still laced with a bit of congestion. It made him look weak. He hated vulnerability more than anything, but at this point he didn't have a choice. "I was wondering if you could teach me a few courses--like, math and shit. I never really finished high school properly." It was something he'd mentioned in band interviews before, so it wasn't a secret, but asking for help...that was a new LOW for him.

[loveballie]

madelaine petsch & brandon flynn manip ♥ 

[jacksonxtrudeau]

demixrivers:

Having returned to Room 452 that night and sitting outside – WAITING – for almost an hour, Demi just KNEW that she had to find Jax… There was something about him that was so absolutely captivating; she just could not get ENOUGH. It had been a while since she had been a part of a decent chase. Too many boys were interested in getting their dick wet and landing themselves in enough trouble that they got moved on to the next hospital…  Whilst Jackson seemed as though he was one of those guys that would stereotypically fall into that category, the beauty couldn’t HELP but take the risk – which was why she had to sneak into Jared’s office whilst he was with his class and snoop through the booking system. It didn’t take long to find out that his therapist was Dana Fellows and that his appointment was due to end in fifteen minutes – which was MORE than enough time to get to the music room, where it had been booked for as opposed to the usual offices. 

Once the BEAUTY QUEEN had made her way to where she needed to go, she peeked through the window – a smile INSTANTLY spreading to her lips as soon as hazels fell on the boy who was smiling down at his guitar, that he held so PROTECTIVELY. Leaning against the wall in an attempt to play it cool, the brunette flicked her hair back over her shoulder before deciding it was the wrong decision and bringing it back over to cover the little lovebite he had left on her neck. It was embarrassing, really. Again, she felt like a teenage girl, adjusting herself so she looked her most natural – which involved pulling her phone out of her pocket and PRETENDING to be so indulged in her text messages, that she would NOT even notice him coming out. Soon enough, the door opened; hazels QUICKLY averting to her phone as she smiled at it, walking directly into him. “Shit, I am SO sorry –“ Hazels shyly lifted into his directions, lips pulling back to reveal her GLEAMING pearls. “Oh, hey Jax.” WHAT even was this? How had Demetria Rivers of all people gone quiet? Sure, it had been a few days and the last time she had seen him, they were both near enough naked but if anything, that would have made it LESS awkward… They had gotten the hard part out of the way – figuratively and metaphorically. What did she do? How did she act? Did she tell him that she had waited outside of his room OR that she had thought about texting him? Was he even wondering why she hadn’t bothered? Had he even thought about coming to find her? Was he still interested or was it an ‘in the moment’ thing? Too many thoughts for such a pretty, little head. “Look – about the other day. It was an emergency with my roommate, she is such a dick and Robert was rooting through her shit… And no, she wasn’t just trying to get me out of there either. I was actually enjoying myself and I would TOTALLY love to accidentally bust into your room again.” Great. WORD VOMIT. Just stop fucking talking Demi, before he thinks you’re some sort of freak. “You probably have plans… I know it can be a busy life being here, so I’ll catch you around maybe?”

@whatthejax

It was cute--she was acting like a literal high school girl with some silly little crush. Of course, it wasn’t like he didn’t think about her still. Their last encounter had ended rather abruptly, but he had no intentions of making the first move. Of course, during their first run in it had been HIM to follow her out first. Now the tables had turned and he couldn’t be more PLEASED. Letting the guitar case sling over his back, the rockstar tilted his head lazily as he shot out and arm to steady her. “Easy, princess. Don’t want you to run into anything and chip a nail.” He winked smoothly, licking his lips slowly as he gave her a brief once-over. She looked as gorgeous as always--put together and almost shining with sparkling beauty. Of course, what else should he expect from an actual GODDESS? His eyes roamed her body hungrily, but he couldn’t help but soften his gaze as he landed on her face. “Let me guess--this is all in coincidence, right? A total accident of you finding me again.” Of course, it wasn’t like he minded... even though he had absolutely no plans of admitting that to anyone any time soon.

While power was something he had alwayw sought for (after all, he had spent YEARS feeling so powerless he sometimes wished he were d e a d ), right now all he was interested in was taking her out of here. There was a look of hopefulness and innocence in her eyes. It wasn’t very significant in the slightest, but it was there, hiding behind the confidence and PRIDE that overpowered every fiber of her being. Holding out a hand, he gave her a crooked yet charming grin as he glanced back at DANA in the room. His therapy session had been a shitshow, but at least he’d gotten to do something he was absolutely in love with. Sure, he was far too afraid to partake in any romantic relationship with another human, but his heart would always belong to music. “How about we get out of here--the garden’s fucking beautiful. Sound like a plan?” He was anything BUT a gentleman--and yet for her, he almost wanted to be. The key word being almost.

[jacksonxtrudeau]

theheathercarpe:

Heather basked in his eyes on her, knowing full well that he liked what he saw - though she didn’t see why he wouldn’t She was a sight to be seen that day in a caramel velvet miniskirt and a black heart keyhole shirt. But she found him to be equally as enthralling with a stunning smile and she felt a heat inside when he bit his lip. The way he called her beautiful so effortlessly, without any hesitation, makes her grin in anticipation of what other nicknames would come. She licked her lips, her smile widening. “You definitely will.”

Mesmerized by his movements, Heather’s eyes danced as she watched his fingers work the chords. The song was good, fantastic even, but she fought to stay focused on the music alone. Her train of thought took a hard right as her mind wandered and she became curious as to how his fingers would feel between her legs. It was a little early, having not even learned his name, but names were merely only additional words to moan. And with the way he spoke and looked at her with that twinkle of lust in his eye, she believed he would agree.

When he finished, Heather stood up from the piano bench with a slow clap. She moved in his direction, not once dropping eye contact. Her long legs moved gracefully like a model in her current pair of high heels. Stopping short of him by about a foot, her body naturally rested on her right leg. “Exceeded them, actually. Who wrote that? I feel like I may have heard it once…“

She added quickly, "Oh, you can hear me play whenever you’d like. That’s a promise.” Heather held her pinky out for him, hoping he’d actually play along and appease her. It was a simple notion, though it may seem odd for the opposing party, but all of her actions had a reason. "Just call me whenever you have a itch to have a little fun.”

Sex was something objective to Jax. He was quite ADDICTED to it, sure, but he was quite talented at scouting out women who might be fantastic in bed. While he had come to Brielle to get ‘better’, he truly didn’t think enjoying sex was a problem at all. The world was full of beautiful people, and it hadn’t been hard for him to catch on how to please them. His eyes were full of lust more than any other emotion--there was almost always a fiery hunger lingering in his electric blue hues. A hunger that was now directed solely on the gorgeous woman in front of him.

Staring at her hand as she extended her pinkie to him. Jax couldn’t help but smirk. Hooking his own pinkie with her own, he watched with steady eyes as his fingers intertwined with hers. “Deal.” He whispered under his breath, pulling her closer to him with one hand before hooking his index finger on his other hand through the belt-loop of her deliciously tight skirt. “I’m not the biggest fan of holding back on a little fun, so why not get started already?” He murmured against her lips,one hand snaking around her back and pulling her close to him.

It wasn’t the same connection he had felt with Demi. That had been something SPECTACULAR; and while this was equally impressive and  amazing, they didn’t have the same electric foreplay and connection he had shared with Demetria. However, Heather had something better--she was able to PLEASE him and his ego with great results, and she was drop dead gorgeous. “Come here.” He whispered softly, his voice intoxicating and sultry all at once as his lips suddenly COLLIDED with hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth effortlessly. His hands snaked to the small of her back, lips moving aggressively against hers as he basked in the heat of her body against his.

Tasting her sweetness, he savored every bit of it as he pulled her closer and closer, feeling himself grow even harder with each passing second. He’d definitely gone far too long without FUCKING someone desirable and, by GOD, was Heather desirable. Hell, she was more than desirable... she was divine. Sure, they were both fully clothed, but that didn’t stop him from making himself memorable purely by working his magic using his tongue. He was an expert in the matter, after all.

He didn’t even pull back this time--not even when he whispered: “Wanna take this to my bedroom? I’ve got a stash I’ve been hoping to break into and if you’re into getting a bit of a fix I guess I’m just your guy.” He was practically sucking on her lower lip, teeth grazing against her perfectly soft petals. Tongue traced the inside of her mouth, mouth still fighting with hers in a battle of lust and desire. With one hand still placed on her lower back, he swiftly brought the other to cup the back of her head, practiced fingers ROUGHLY tangling themselves through her soft locks.

[jacksonxtrudeau]

demixrivers:

As curls hung lifelessly over her shoulders, almost acting as the PERFECT handle for Jax to navigate her around the bedroom, the iced plasterboard was enough to send a shudder down her spine. Perhaps, the reason that the cold of the wall was so significant, was because Jax had IGNITED a fire inside of her; gasoline was being poured down her throat and the FUMES from his dragon breath was rushing after it – UNABLE to part with the heat that it so desperately needed to cause danger. Almost milliseconds after his palm pressed against that very same plasterboard, Demetria’s fingers were wrapped around his wrist, DRAGGING his fingers back to her skin. All she wanted was to FEEL him. The weight of his body pressed on top of her, the everlasting ecstasy as he slithered inside of her, his fingertips pressing into every inch of her skin – her forearms, her hips, her thighs – ANYWHERE. Whilst Demetria has never been a sex addict, it was all within her DISORDER. Any attention was good attention. And sometimes, fucking a hot guy or two kept your name on people’s tongues. It kept her ears burning and it ensured her popularity was well up there. ESPECIALLY when people realised that she wouldn’t stop at anything to make sure that people knew who she was. 

Thighs coated themselves around his hips whilst her own arms clung DESPERATELY onto his neck, fingers tickling at his nape whilst running their way through mousy brown locks. With each new move that Jax made, and each new kiss that he placed, the beauty couldn’t help but allow her eyes to flutter to a close and her head to land on the wall. HEAVEN. There were no other words to describe it. Jax was simply sending her into heaven, despite the irony of the fact that she was literally dancing with the DEVIL. Whimpers tugged their way up her throat, pulling and tugging on vocal chords as pleads joined them. As her body twisted and turned ever so slightly, Demetria couldn’t control each little roll that her waist gave, all whilst still under his grasp. “Room 452 – don’t worry, I got it.” Words left her lips, almost as a moan as he continued to explore her body – whilst pinning her between the wall and his own torso. There was a reason that she was attracted to people like Jackson Trudeau; because they knew EXACTLY what they were doing… It didn’t cross her mind that this could have been one of his first sexual encounters and that was because she KNEW it was all bullshit. Jax was an expert at this. Years of practice, years of swooning women… He wrote the GUIDEBOOK on how to treat a woman – in the bedroom, at least. “Do you think that we should make this a thing?” The words VIBRATED through her throat, followed by the hum of a giggle. What a STUPID question; of course this was going to become a thing…

Was Demetria a fragile flower, she wouldn’t last mere milliseconds in his grasp. Long, experienced fingers raked through her luscious dark locks, tugging at them to PULL her even closer. One hand traveled throughout her body, scoping out every beautiful inch of her being. His hand trailed lower and lower until it teased the waistband of her jeans. Sliding fingers beneath the band, his slick tongue danced in circles against the sweet spot on her neck. Hands traveled to her hips, thumbs pressed deep into her waist as his body moved against hers in a slow, steady rhythm. Bringing his mouth back to hers, they were once again locked together in another steamy kiss. Her words elicited a low chuckle from Jax as his hands traveled to grip her ass tightly. He could hear the breathless sound of her voice and it was turning him on even         m o r e , urging him closer as he kissed her again, tongue dancing against her own--fighting for survival. His hands continued to trace the landscape of her body, moving as though she were a GODDESS who deserved nothing but the most golden of touches. Sure, he was a bit of a prick, but there was nothing that pleased Jax MORE than knowing that he had her in the palm of his hand. And if he had to get on his knees to prove that to her, he goddamn would.

In one very swift motion, Jax reached down to slide off his shirt, letting Demi’s fingers assist in the removal of it. Dark eyes then drifted back to her own as he suddenly became far more interested in taking her own clothes off. Staring at her steadily, it onjly took him a split second to pin her back against the wall, eyes gazing straight into her bright orbs as his hands traveled to her jeans once more. “Take them off, princess.” He growled under his breath, hands trailing down her body in pure anticipation, mouth pressed against hers once more. “PLEASE.” He whispered huskily, voice thick with desire.

[bekanicolex]

[jacksonxtrudeau]

@theheathercarpe

[little-wolfy]

[jacksonxtrudeau]

@theheathercarpe

[galgadotssss-deactivated2016071]

[jacksonxtrudeau]

lolaredirect:

@whatthejax

“No, you can’t drop off at Brielle, you’ll get me fired. El burro sabe mas que tu! I don’t care if you’re in the area. I get off at six, I’ll come pick up then, yeah?  Dios mio, what kind of dealer –” Lola had been striding down the hallway, talking into her phone with little regard for the volume, or who might overhear. Consequences had never really been REAL for her, so she hadn’t developed the sense to organise her drug deals in private.

She ground to an abrupt halt, both in voice and pace, when she rounded a corner and saw – “JAX?” She hung up her phone immediately, lips parted in shock. “What the fuck? Please tell me you’re here to do a fundraising gig and you’ve not been sent here for some rehab bullshit.” Lola had a lot of party friends, and honestly, she’d probably forget most of their faces the next day. But rockstars? Little more memorable. She’d gone to his gig a few years back because her friend was a fan, and they got backstage passes - Lola didn’t remember much, just the blur of a hotel carpet, lines of intoxicating ivory sitting on a mirror’s silver sheen, laughter. If Jax was ever passing through on tour or whatever, she’d usually get an invite to whatever after party was going on that night. If she was being honest, most of their past acquaintance was a mystery shrouded in hangovers and blackouts, but she was pretty sure he was a great guy. Definitely fun, anyway.

The last place she expected to see him, though, was Brielle. What, rockstars can’t do drugs any more?

There weren’t many fiery redheads who had made themselves memorable in his past, but there were even fewer who made themselves WORTHY of his time. Lola, however, had been one of the rare exceptions. While he barely recalled half of their nights spent together, he was certain that he must think of her fondly for a pretty good reason... and that’s when he remembered their indulgence in the white powder he was so fond of. He remembered sharing lines with her before sharing a bed--whether or not clothes stayed on their bodies that night was purely THEIR business, but it really didn’t matter because in the end he considered her to be someone he really respected. And so upon running into her in the hallways of what was practically hell on earth, he couldn’t help but chuckle instinctively. “Shit Lola--what are YOU doing here?”

He really didn’t know much about her, aside from the fact that she had a really fucking hot friend who had ALSO attended his concerts more than once. He also knew she was probably smart enough to not end up in a place like this, which was why he was genuinely confused by this encounter... although he wasn’t necessarily disappointed. She was, however, wearing a nametag that signified employment. At her question he practically snorted with laughter, eyes rolling naturally. “I don’t think they’d have to throw me in rehab if I had stayed out of picking bar fights. It was either get chucked into this ShitHole, or get thrown out of the band. This seemed like the more tolerable option.” He shrugged lazily and gave her a brief once-over before giving her a quick sidehug, unable to contain the relief that washed over him. “But for real--you work HERE? There really wasn’t any better option for you?” She was hot as FUCK, and with her obvious brains he figured she could get a job pretty much anywhere.