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cxthmpscn‌

If she didn’t think about it, maybe the smell would die out in her memory, maybe they’d forget completely. She wasn’t a fool, but she could dream, despite everything. “You are.– so tactful, Jax.” She grimaced a laugh at his hapless attempt to make light of the situation, “Better than horror movies, a little underrated, but not terrible. What’re you thinking?”

“Oh, come on; I’m the most tactful guy you know.” No matter how much he joked, the thought of what had happened to the Blackwell guy still lingered at the back of his mind. “Then it’s time to do some research. We’re turning your life into a romantic comedy. Speaking of, where’s lover boy at?” He waggled his brows while a smirk curved at the edges of his lips.

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judexgreyson‌

Jude held Jaxon’s gaze for a few moments, though he had to look away out of fear of embarrassing himself even more. As if the flush on his face wasn’t evident. “I mean – I could have another but I offered,” he moved towards the punch bowl as well, though if only so he could move a little closer, “Right. Yeah – me too. I uhm – How are you? You know, after the flood and the storm and shit.”

Even if his gaze hadn’t been focused entirely on Jude, he still would have caught the rise of blood to his cheeks. It only served to keep the smile fixed onto his lips longer. “Then by all means,” he indicated the punch bowl before them, though he made no move to lengthen the distance between them. The smile only faltered for a split second at the question, a brow curiously lifting seemingly of its own accord. “Better now,” he hadn’t even realized he’d repeated the same words, until they were already out of his mouth. “I heard about your shop. Are you recovering alright?”

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frankie-miralles‌

“It’s a little shorter than I thought it was gonna be…” Frankie admitted, running her fingers through her hair only for it to stop just before her shoulders. She’d gone and got herself a new look - a fresh cut which seemed all the more needed after the way these past few weeks have been, “I like it though - do you think it’s too much though? I’m literally not even going to be able to tie this up for a couple of months which is just… The weirdest concept to me.”

“What’s wrong with short?” He teased as he fell into the seat, situating himself before he really gave her new haircut his full attention. “Alright, let’s see it in action.” With that, he raised his hand to twirl his finger, indicating that he wanted her to spin so he could get the full view.

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judexgreyson‌

Jude felt like his feet were cemented in, listening to the words that he had deemed unworthy come out of Jaxon’s mouth. And to him, they sounded much cooler than what he’d been able to muster up, “Hi,” he repeated, clearing his throat before he felt a smile tug at his mouth, “Fine? I uhm – You want a drink or something? I was just raiding the punch bowl and it’s like someone drowned it in alcohol, but you can still kinda taste the fruit. Kind of. But how was….is your night?”

The knowing smile never seemed to waver from upon his features, fixated there as his eyes remained upon the man before him. Being what he was brought on a newfound sense of cynicism from him, but it was times like these that allowed him to step away from it, to take a breath and live in the moment. “Yeah, I can practically smell the alcohol from here,” he joked easily, though it held an ounce of truth behind it all. “A drink would be nice. Do you want another?” He questioned as he stepped towards the direction of where the punch bowl sat, though he hesitated momentarily. “Better now.”

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cxthmpscn‌

“I’m not.. trying to be insensitive or anything, but could we just, maybe not talk about the dead guy with the heart and .. everything.” The thought alone still turned her stomach among other things that she wasn’t comfortable thinking. Caitlyn only remembered the vivid scent of blood and the half moons her fingernails had dug into the palms of her hands, “I can barely handle horror movies.. let alone.. being in one.”

It wasn’t that Jaxon particularly wanted to talk about the recent death, it was simply that the town didn’t seem to want to talk about anything but. Every conversation he’d walked past on his way to the small diner was some variation of the Founder’s Day event. “No more talk of dead guys, got it.” It was his way of attempting to joke, to make light of the otherwise heavy situation. “So then, how do we feel about romantic comedies?”

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judexgreyson‌

“Hey. Hi. Uh – How was your night? No, that’s fucking stupid.” Jude sucked in a breath as he whispered to himself, trying not to seem too earnest or cliché – while also ignoring the dead people that flocked around him. He wasn’t exactly Mr. Suave, and he knew he was a fool the moment anyone remotely interesting spoke to him. Jaxon was standing there, and Jude basically wheezed the second the other noticed he was there. “Hi. Nice to see you.” 

There were certain aspects of this whole werewolf thing that Jaxon didn’t utterly hate. Take the enhanced hearing, for example. It came in handy more often than not, that moment happening to be one, the sound of Jude’s voice carrying to him over all others. The corner of his lips twitched at the whispered words, Jaxon considering bidding his time before showing that he acknowledged the other’s presence. It hardly lasted however, his gaze seeking out the features of the other, eager to hear what Jude had decided on. It was almost instant, the amused smile that perked the corners of his lips. “Hi,” he returned the greeting, closing off some unnecessary space that distanced one from the other. “How was your night?”

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cxsscndra‌

Peering over his shoulder she watched closely as he timed his moment, teeth and lips toying against his ear, warm like the spark of alcohol already settled in her system. “Close enough that nobody is gonna’ question that.” Tongue clicked against her teeth as she reached for the bottle, the slight lilt of her voice as he stood a hiccup with arms tightening around him instead. Leaning into him more, Cassie peered over his shoulder a little more, no shortage of mischief in her eyes. “Both.” Dropping the lid, finding no need for it, she took a long swig, the burn long since gone. “Think you can manage without ripping something this time?”

To say that her actions against his ear were distracting would be an understatement, which is likely exactly what she wanted. But if this event was going to be even a semblance of fun, he was determined to snake the bottle without getting caught in the process. “Careful, or you might end up having to get your own bottle.” Of course, he wasn’t serious. When it came to the woman latched onto his back, he’d share just about damn near anything. With arms tucked under her legs, he maneuvered them away from the scene of the crime. “Now where’s the fun in that?” He questioned with the slow curve of a smirk upon his lips. “I suppose if I have to, I’ll manage.”

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cxsscndra‌

“Quick, grab that bottle. They won’t think twice, you look like you’re working here.” Cassandra said lowly in his ear as she lent down to curl her arms around his shoulders as she so often did, “Then I need you to come help me zip my dress up…” never mind the fact that she didn’t need to be anywhere near the pageant or the backroom until tomorrow.

The request had his gaze lifting towards the closest attendant, gauging whether they were looking their way or not. With lips curving into a prominent smirk, Jaxon snagged the bottle in question, “You know, I’m a little hurt. I definitely don’t look like I’m working here.” He wrinkled his nose, standing to his full height while wrapping an arm under one of her legs to secure her. “Zip up, or help you out of?” A devilish smirk was directed at her, the bottle passed from his hands to hers, his free arm now wrapping under her other leg.

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