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@jakesclvtore
CHARLOTTE SALVATORE.
“Come on! Please? It’s just a couple photos to put up in the shop and maybe some fliers! I’ll even bake you cookies!”
“Oh, well if cookies are involved.” Jake sighed, but then a grin broke through his act. “What do you need, cous?”
VERONICA WESTPHALL.
“You’re becoming something of a regular here, Jake. You know I don’t drink on the clock.” She smirked. “What can my wonderful staff get for you, though?”
“Doesn’t ever stop me from offering though, does it? But I do hope my becoming a regular isn’t a bad thing,” Jake laughed. “Bourbon would be great. And some fries this time, ‘cause why not.”
CHARLOTTE SALVATORE.
Charlotte grinned. “Definitely several.” She teased. “Well, Ace is back from the dead… so, that’s taking some getting used to. How about you, Jake?”
“That works for me.” Jake laughed, shrugging his shoulders while he waved for a round of drinks, “well, I’m trying to plan a good date but other than that, the only thing has been the store keeping me busy.” He explained, shaking his head. “But circling back, what about Ace?”
ELENA GILBERT.
“I shouldn’t drag my work problems on you or home period.” Elena knew that Jake would always be there for her. Even if he was fifty years old, he’d still be there and she was so thankful to have such a loving son. “What else do you get from me? Aside from those eyes.” She softly joked with a light smile on her lips. Elena laughed a little more as she then spoke, “I do hope it doesn’t go into flames.. but I’ll take a night with you in a heartbeat.”
“Just because you shouldn’t doesn’t mean you can’t, you know. Unless you’re planning to write about it instead, I don’t mind.” Jake promised, grinning in response to her joke. He could never help reverting back to the little kid that followed Elena everywhere when he was with his mom, no matter how old he got. “I dunno, I’d like to think my personality isn’t all dad.” He laughed in response, “it should be fine without me for a night. We’re overdue some good mother/son time, anyway.”
EMMA SALTZMAN.
Emma let out a slightly broken laugh at her cousin. She knew the look all too well. “Just one of those blah days, yanno Jakeypoo..” She sat up, looking over at him, “I’m surprised I didn’t trip over my feet six times over.”
“That bad, huh?” Jake let out a low whistle of sympathy, shaking his head. “Sorry, Em, that’s rough.”
ELENA GILBERT.
“Sadly yes.” Elena hated bringing her work home and hated putting it on her kids, especially when they were younger. “Yeah well you have the heart that I do where you want to put everything you’ve got into work.” Elena smiled nodding her head about it. She loved helping people which was why she wanted to work at the hospital to begin with. “I know, but I’m okay. I will take a few hours with you today though.”
“Anything you wanna talk about?” As much as he knew his mother didn’t like bringing her work life home, Jake found it interesting enough. And he was a momma’s boy at heart, there was no denying that. “That’s not the only thing I’ve got from you, but it’s hard to deny these days.” He agreed with a slight grin of his own. “Well, unless the store goes up in flames or something I’ve got no plans tonight, so I’m all yours Ma.”
EMELIA TAYLOR.
“I’m gonna hold you to that. I take dates seriously.” She smirked. She laughed, nodding her head. “You should. Take it as my twisted idea of flirting.” She smiled, “Well, if you ever want to talk about anything, I’m all ears. Non judging ears.”
“Well, I’d hate to disappoint. I’ll make it one you won’t forget.” Jake offered his cheeky grin, “you call it twisted, I’ll call it attractive, how’s that?” He laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind. And who knows, chances are I'll probably take you up on that sometime.”
JONATHAN SALVATORE.
“I think you said that sarcastically baby brother,” John feigned a gasp. "But you’ve got a point.“ If they were a family of vampire he was say they had a problem.
“I’d never do such a thing,” Jake grinned, shrugging. “And yeah, I do, but considering how much the old man drinks we never stood a chance.”
EMMA SALTZMAN.
Emma was having a rough day; at least to say the least. She dropped her tea right before work, was running around the clinic all day, and her lunch…. it tasted horrible. She sighed, her blond hair a mess, sinking into the park bench, her head falling back. Emma loved her job, but today was a bit different. “Leave me here to die…” she mumbled, head falling back and eyes closed.
“See, I would, but aunt Jo gets this scary look on her face when she’s angry. And something tells me letting you die would get that, only amplified,” Jake argued with a cheeky grin before really taking her in. “What’s got you all sad faced, Em?”
ELENA GILBERT.
Pushing her fingers through her hair, she nodded her head, “You could say that. I’m just completely exhausted.” She told her son as she soon shook her head next. “It’s okay. I can’t force you to stand home or hang around me.” She assured him that it was okay as she smiled. “Overall I’m okay.”
“Is work that crazy lately?” Jake asked, feeling a surge of guilt for how busy he had been. “Hey, I’ve always got time for you. Even if you have to poke and push me until I remember the store can survive without me for a little while.” He promised, trying to believe that she was okay, even if he still had a feeling it might not be true. “Good. You know, if that changes you can tell me. I can try and change it, somehow.”
ELENA GILBERT.
Pouring herself a glass of champagne, Elena had been stressing out about a lot of things that were on her mind. Damon. Work. Being human… She soon stopped and put it to the side when she saw her son, Jake. “Hey, how’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in awhile.” [ @jakesclvtore ]
Jake raised an eyebrow as he walked into the room and saw his mom, and the champagne. “Hey, ma. Rough day?” He asked, dropping down into the nearest chair. “Oh you know, busy. Nothing too exciting, unfortunately. I’m sorry I haven’t been home much.” That at least was true. Even if he preferred staying busy, he missed his mother. “How about you?”
OLIVER MIKAELSON.
Oliver laughed a little at the male. “So what are you drowning out?”
“What makes you think I’m drowning anything out?”
KILLIAN KENNER.
Killian couldn’t help but laugh after his neighbors got egged and all fingers of course pointed to him. He put his hands up in the air raising a brow, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, I was out all day with this lovely person.” He spoke as he grabbed the first person that started to walk by.
Jake let out a low whistle as he was pulled to a stop, taking in the house. “Man, sucks about your house.” He said, shaking his head. “But my friend here was with me and the guys, we got a little too into the drinks last night if you catch my drift.” He added. There was only one house he had ever egged and currently, he wasn’t positive it wasn’t the same guy. “You should probably look into getting that cleaned.”
CADE SALVATORE.
“I’m going to be completely honest with you…” Cade mumured, leaning in close to the other and pinching his fingers together. “I’m a little drunk.”
“Really? Just a little?” Jake grinned, not bothering to hide his amusement as he saw his cousin. “How much have you had to drink?”
FELICITY KENNER.
“Perfect.” She grinned. “What are you having?”
“An old fashioned for me.” He told her, a small grin on his face. “I like to mix it up every once in awhile.”
CHARLOTTE SALVATORE.
“Maybe that status could change by the end of the night. Depends on just how many drinks you buy me.” She teased. “A martini for me, please.”
“So several. Got it.” Jake laughed. It was a joke, but he would do it if she wanted him to. He nodded at her order and placed it along with his bourbon, leaning against the counter. “So what’s new, Char?”
