Jax Moreno

[jaxmoreno]

ruby-raines‌:

Ruby couldn’t stifle her giggle as the maid who had caught Jax half naked in the middle of the corridor scurried away her cheeks blazing with embarrassment. “I think maybe your new friend chose the wrong location for hiring out her services if a little flesh causes that reaction” she murmured as she let her gaze not so subtly wander over Jax’s toned body, reacquainting herself with the sight she’d devoured before. Her red painted pout kicked up into a teasing smirk, brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “Either that or she didn’t have any cash on her and she’s gone to find a dime…”

A moment of confusion flickered across Jax's features as the maid maneuvered down the hall with a surprising speed. At the voice, his expression shifted into his all too familiar grin. The number of people who could fully pull Jax’s attention was incredibly small — and of that small number, even fewer could hold it. The fact that that still held true for the brunette before him was quite the feat, though he’d never admit it aloud. “You think that means she’s not coming to the show?” He asked with a feigned pout before training his eyes back on hers. He chuckled, tilting his head back with the sound. “A dime? That all I’m worth to you, Raines?” He asked, teasing lilt to his voice as dark eyes hastily glanced on either side of the hall. After (briefly) confirming they didn’t have company, he stepped forward, lips lips going between his teeth as he gingerly slipped his hand around her waist. “I think it’s time we talk about a raise. Seeing what I can do to improve my performance.” He hummed.

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briarhqs‌:

having her day off meant the brunette was able to just stroll around the cruise leisurely. as much as she wanted to spend the day back in her own apartment, the schedule of the docking of the ship anywhere near her place wasn’t today. steadying herself against a wall at the slight shift, she continued her meandering when she stumbled upon her fellow stripper rattling the door. an amused smile appeared on her lips as she shook her head. “you wish–i’d rather not be dragged into performing if one of the dancers suddenly got seasick,” briar replied with a chuckle as she made air quotation marks when it came to the last word. and with a raised brow, she motioned towards the door as she asked him, “did you get yourself locked out of your room or something?”

A half-amused smirk accompanied an eye roll at the word ‘seasick’ — it was an excuse he’d used himself when a night had gotten the better of him. Or, more likely, Jax just felt like doing anything but his job. Though the days he called it in were few and far between — the goddamned boat may have been huge, but each time he’d cut a shift for a night at the casino, or in the pool, or anywhere but his room, he’d been caught and had to talk his way out a write up. “My best show yet, and you’re going to miss it. Where’s the support?” He tssked, though his grin lingered. This show was hardly any different than any of his others over the years, but an audience was an audience and the dancer was nothing if not in need of constant attention. Looking back at the locked door as if the notion that he was locked out had evaded him entirely, he gave a dismissive wave of the hand not holding up his towel. “i prefer to think of this as fate bringing us together.” He said, feigned sincerity before lightly shrugging and conceding quietly, “and maybe I’m locked out.” 

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saffrondavics‌:

Saffron laughed to herself. She’d recognize that voice and the trouble that had come with it anywhere. Since she’d made some changes in her life, Jax and anything he could offer her was one of those. “No, there wasn’t one, but now that you mention it… maybe I should give one,” she chided, gently rolling her eyes. Despite everything that he was, she felt somewhat at ease with him. That didn’t necessarily say a lot, but he knew her a bit more intimately– if one could even say it was that than most on this ship. Again her eyes moved in mostly feigned annoyance. Was he always like this? So arrogant? Clearly, the right amount of drugs and alcohol could make anyone seem appealing. Granted, he wasn’t bad on the eyes by any stretch on the imagination as long as his lips remained closed. “Charmed, truly, but I prefer those.” She pointed again at the sky. “They uh… they don’t talk.” Craning her head to the side, she looked at him with a shit eating grin. “What do you want Jax? Are you high or trying to sell something?”

“I don’t remember you being this boring.” He mused, almost teasing levity to his voice — though he were still regarding her like she’d suddenly grown a tail. An easy indication that Jax was making as close to an effort as he was capable of to not being entirely offensive. “You can at least wait ‘til we’re out at sea. Do shit like that and guests are going to disembark before they even get inside. Open ocean though... at least you can let them known they’re drowning under Cassiopeia or whatever the fuck when they decide jumping is the smarter fuckin’ choice.” 

Jax did chuckle as she made her preferences known. Stretching his legs out and inching slightly nearer to the blonde, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You think that little of me? Hurts, Saf. Right here.” He said, lifting one of his hands from the deck to gesture to his heart — or at least, where his heart would’ve been, had he put his hand over the correct side of his chest. Though she clearly wasn’t far off base — not that he would concede that point. After a moment as he made a point of looking contemplatively at the stars, a small smirk took hold. “If you don’t want to talk... I can think of a fewer other things for us to do.”

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emelia-vitale‌:

Forgetting something in her room, Emmy was headed back out when she spotted Jax in an uncomfortable position. At least he could handle it well. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder exactly how and why he was standing outside in just barely a towel. I will pass on the show. I’m sure you’ll do well enough without my contribution.“ It took quite a bit of will power but she made sure to keep her eyes on his face. "I’m guessing you’re not out here like this on purpose?”

“Financially, maybe.” He conceded, trying his best to look wounded as the hand not doing the majority of the work preserving his decency (in this moment, at least) went over his heart. “But here? Shattered.” Jax added, though his ever familiar smirk loomed. At the observation, he chuckled. “My unofficial audition to be one of the greeters.” He said, teasing lilt to his voice as he tilted his head in question. “What do you think? Would you come onboard?” He finished, eyes lingering on hers as he almost hummed the words.

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poexnguyen‌:

Poe wrinkled her nose at the sound of his voice. Why had she asked for Jax’s input of all people. He was too cocky. Way too cocky but at the same time it was deserved. He was talented in ways other dancers were not, he knew how to use everything his audience wanted against them and to his advantage. Leaning in, Poe whispered, “What makes you think its a her.” Covering her mouth with both hands in feigned shock, she gave up on the display and reached for her glass, “You and I both know that’s not true. Once you reach a certain level of pretty, your audience tolerates some things just to enjoy the sight of you.”

Swiveling and nearly losing her balance on the chair, Poe steadied herself before responding to Jax, “Discriminatory my ass. If I told you we had tassels and heels in your size, would you really wear them.” Brow arched and lips twitching with a smile, “Now, help me figure out what you’re going to tell pretty boy to get him to quit dancing. You keep him off the stage that’s more money for you.”

There were so few people on board who knew Jax well enough to handle him — or at least, kew how to keep him partially in line. After a considerable time of him toeing the line, trying to find exactly how solid her boundaries were, he liked to think they’d settled into a nice grey area. One where Jax was free to be Jax — but show up where he was meant to be when he was meant to be there, and (mostly) keep his mouth shut. At her show of quickly shutting down his presumptions, Jax tilted his head back and laughed, hands going up in a gesture of surrender. “I was just playing the odds.” He weakly (and falsely) defended. While the number of female dancers did outnumber the men, he had absolutely had a few dancers in mind who he considered in need of improvement — or preferably, a new profession altogether. 

“Well? Is he that pretty?” He prompted, grin ticking at the corners of his lips as he narrowed his eyes. “Prettier than me?” He asked, tone bordering on playful. As she slightly swayed, Jax’s hand instinctively went to her side to steady her. Just as quickly though, she’d stabilized and he bit back a laugh and she went back to business. “Hell no, but I’d still like the offer,” he said, feigned indignation in his words. At the offer — and his second favorite incentive, dark brows crept up. “Deal,” he started, then paused, ghost of a grin resurfacing. “Just clarifying — I can’t go Tonya Harding?” He asked.

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myrathedealer‌:

Irritation seeped into her bones. Myra grinded her teeth in mild frustration. “You got me,” she said in an overly honeyed tone, shaking her head emphatically. “Man, you got me good. I came down on this path I take to get to work hoping to God I would get to see you shirtless for the thousandth time.” Fingers adjusted with the tie, finishing it with dramatic flair. Jutting her hip, she took in a deep breath through her nose. “Honestly, Jax. You’re a dick who thinks with his dick. And you’d be a lot more attractive if you never talked. But unfortunately you love to hear yourself speak. So, no – this…” She waved her fingers in-between them for emphasis.  “… whatever you think this is – it’s not happening. It will never happen.”

It was no secret the dancer liked a challenge — a trait only hindered by wandering eyes and a mediocre attention span. Though, he had rather taken a liking to the dealer over the years. Perhaps a liking strengthen by her absolute disdain for him — at least it showed she had some common sense. A rare trait in his nightlife experience. Everyone was willing to ignore their better judgment for a fleeting pleasure. Something he approved of wholeheartedly. But there was something frustratingly intriguing about the woman with ‘fuck off’ always dancing at the tip of her tongue. God, how long had it been since his last hate fuck? Too long, he was willing to wager. With her words were coated in insincerity, Jax’s smirk shifted and dark eyes narrowed as he watched her movements. The adjustment of the tie, the shift of the hip. “So shut me up,” he challenged, brow raising and gaze slowly working it’s way back to her eyes. 

[saffrondavics]

Saffron’s back pressed against the wooden deck. Her arms rested behind her head for support. Bright blues fixated on the night sky. The only thing that would have made this more ideal for her was if they were officially out at sea. The bright city lights bounced behind her. Music played loudly. Still, she couldn’t complain because the view above her never grew tiring. It was always something she could find comfort in with little or no effort of her own. The sudden awakening from her reverie didn’t have her looking at the other. Instead, she moved her feet a little as away of acknowledgment. Awkwardly, she cleared her throat. “Usually, this uh… time of night you can see Cassiopeia,” she offered, more for herself than the other. She even raised her hand to point at where Polaris was. “It would be uh… just right there. I mean to the right, but it seems a little hazy tonight. Or maybe, that’s just me needing to go get my glasses.”

[jaxmoreno]

The moment Jax sat on the deck (and act which was precluded by a look of disgust, who the hell knew what shit got tracked along the wood basis), a combination of confusion and regret settled in. “Listen, no offense — but are you having a fuckin’ stroke?”  He asked, pulling a face. “Or did I miss the posters about the astronomy lecture on the lido deck?” Admittedly, his motivations had been simple when he saw a hot blonde laying out on the deck. First, make sure she wasn’t a guest who the bartenders hadn’t bothered to cut off. Instead, as he drew nearer, he recognized her. Though he was beginning to think he’d made a mistake — something he usually limited to crawling into the wrong woman’s bed at the end of the night. “If it’s stars you’re looking for,” he started with an exaggerated sigh as he leaned back on his hands, raising his shoulders in a slight shrug. “I’m right here.”

[deactivated56778990-deactivated]

Forget about prince charming. Go for the wolf. He can see you better, hear you better and eat you better.

Wolf’s angel (via but-you-promisedx)

[jaxmoreno]

handlerhqs‌:

Shreya laughed slightly, whether at the mans condition or his joke was up to him to decided. “How exactly did you get yourself stuck in this situation?” She asked him, head tilting to the side.

The dancer sighed as he leaned away from the offending door. “I was in the shower, thought I heard someone at the door. And because I’m a gentleman who doesn’t believe in making someone wait, I checked.” As if anyone had ever described Jax Moreno as a gentleman. “But you know what I think?” he started, almost earnest expression giving way to a far more familiar smirk as he continued on. “It may have been the universe finally bringing us together.” 

[jaxmoreno]

myrathedealer‌:

Myra was in the midst of adjusting the tie around her neck, shoulder bumping into the wall as she turned the corner. Three years of working on the ship and the shifts rocked her nearly every time. “Sonuvabitch,” she mumbled out with a sickeningly sweet smile upon realizing she had company. Suddenly, everything else had become a lot more interesting than this charming gentleman. “Yeah, I’ve seen you shirtless too many times to count for all of – this –…” A dismissive hand wave was given. “–… to have any effect on me. But hey, thanks for telling me the time of your show. I’ll be sure to not be there.”

The corners of his mouth pulled into a lazy smirk as he leaned against the door. Jax clicked his tongue, eyes trained on the brunettes as he tilted his head. “C’mon now, Myra. You don’t have to lie to me, we’re all friends here.” With a sigh, he pushed his shoulders off, eyes momentarily sweeping over the dealer. “Just admit you’ve been biding your time for this very moment,” he started, hands spreading in a gesture of the empty hall around them, “and we can get this started.” He finished. The dancer’s ego was practically bulletproof, for better or worse — and the sincerity in his tone, however facetious it may have been, made the task of sorting out whether he genuinely believed she was in a state of denial about her attraction to him nearly impossible.

[anikaxchoudhury-deactivated2018]

Poe was three drinks in which meant her filter was gone and brutal honesty was the curse of anyone who dared to have a conversation with her. It was better for her to stay posted right at the bar. Walking was probably just as difficult as sitting up, especially with the way the room kept spinning. She held up one finger, motioning to the bartender for another. One more drink would put her to sleep for the night. She did have a question. Looking from left to right, she picked her confidant for the rest of the evening. “Hey…psst…hey…” Poking the other and tapping continuously to get their attention, “I have a question.” She looked around again. Making sure no one who shouldn’t be listening was listening, “Okay. This is a very important question – How do you tell a stripper they can’t dance? I mean I can tell them but I don’t want to crush all their little breast tassel and glass heels dreams.”

[jaxmoreno]

A drunk Poe delighted Jax in a way few things could. At the end of the day, she was an authority figure, and she was one he (very begrudgingly) respected. And for her to decide to get his attention was all the indication he needed that she was hammered. This would be good. Flashing her a devil may care grin, the dancer raised an eyebrow and motioned in a gesture for her to continue. He bit back a chuckle. “Tell her she sucks.” He said with a shrug. “One of us looks like shit, we all look like shit.” 

After a beat and with an exaggerated pout, Jax crossed his arms over his chest. “Now how come I don’t get breast tassels or glass heels? This is discriminatory, and I won’t stand for it.” He stated, matter-of-factly, though the slightest smirk ticked at the corner of his lips.

[jaxmoreno]

The heavy thud of the door followed by the electronic click was the last sound in the world Jax wanted to hear — especially when he was soaking wet with little more than a towel draped around his waist. Two goddamned seconds he was outside his room when the ship gave the slightest shift — just enough to send the door flying shut. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered, uselessly rattling the door handle. As though the magnetic key card could be activated by a little force and a lot of sheer frustration. Jax’s throat closed around the sigh threatening as he heard footfalls in his vicinity. Instead, he offered a smile that was tinged in frustration, but thinly painted in charm. “Hope you’ve enjoyed the sneak peak. But if you want a real show, you’re gonna have to wait for the main stage at 9 p.m. Paying customers only.” He said, trying to inject as much good humor into his words as the half-naked man was currently capable of. 

[jaxmoreno]

fernxndocruz:

It wasn’t every day that someone bought drinks for everyone, that happened haven’t happened since he started to work there. The other seemed to be really happy, so maybe that was why he was feeling so generous, and why he decided to buy drinks for everyone. “Someone seems to be really happy,” he said with a small smile. “What happened that made you so happy?” he asked, hoping that the other wouldn’t mind his question.

No one at this place had ever heard the expression about the gift horse — but he supposed that shit hadn’t worked out well for Trojans. General distaste for questions put aside, Jax was still feeling rather magnanimous. So the dancer donned a smile, raising his arms in both a shrug and a gesture to the club. “It's a glorious night, my friend. And I just so happen to believe in sharing. There’s a not a thing in this world people love more than free shit.” He said, matter-of-factly as he gestured with his now-empty shot glass. “Besides. I failed econ but isn’t that some fuckin’ principle? People spend money when they drink — case in point, and now, they’re tipping better, they’re spending more on dancers.” He was absolutely bullshitting for the sake of it at this point, and he was sure it was obvious enough to dissuade any further digging into his sudden generosity. 

[jaxmoreno]

lillithwestwxxd:

Finishing up her last private dance for the night Lillith headed to the bar. With Nathan hanging around lately she’d found herself spending more and more time chugging back the bottle then she did at home. Somehow the reminder that she’d fucked up probably the best thing she’d ever have in her life making her sink low. Surprised as the man beside her called out she smirked, and cocked her head at him. “You really wanna rack up that bill, these people are gluttons.” she teased with a grin as she finished her own glass and waved for another long island. “I mean, not that i’m complaining.” 

His grin widened as he spotted Lillith. He’d always rather liked the other dancer — and while he could pretend it was a sense of comrade that came from their shared profession, it had a lot more to do with that face. Jax always had been a sucker for a pretty face. Throw in emotional wounds that had long ago become calloused, and you had his full attention. That was all  conjecture, though — he didn’t know the deal with this one. Which, admittedly, was his preferred level of intel. At her words, he feigned a panicked expression. “Limit one per customer.” He called out the amendment, though nowhere nearly as loud as his far more generous decree. “I think I can make an exception though, if you ask real nice.” He teased, flashing her a grin.

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ariaross:

Aria scoffed, grinning and letting out a small, breathless laugh as she started to tie her loose hair back. “If by fun you mean me getting stuck in the same street for 10 minutes until this very moment… then yes.” As one of her much newer clients, it was a lot more important for her to keep up a good impression but he didn’t seem bothered at all. For that, she was grateful.

As she walked over, Aria shook out her tense arms. “Alright. So, did you bring a water bottle this time?” Aria asked, harmlessly teasing with a small grin on her face. “And what did you want to focus on today? Strength, cardio or yoga?”

As she described something far less exciting that he had been mentally conjuring, Jax pulled a face. After a moment, that same wry smirk ticked at the corner of his lips and he heaved a sigh. “We’re a minute in and you’re already ruining my fun.” He mused, getting to his feet and stretching his right arm over his left shoulder.

At her question, his devil-may-care expression shifted into one of feigned hurt. “No faith. That hurts.” He lamented, shaking his head. “I mean, I definitely forgot it, but still. Hurts all the same. You’re supposed to expect the best of me.” He teased. This, this was exactly how Jax earned himself particularly punishing training sessions. The last time he’d decided he was clever had left him unable to properly walk down the stairs without wincing. Soft smile resurfacing, he decided it was in his own best interest to tone it down – for the moment, and as much as he was capable of. “I’m in your hands, teach. I chose to have more faith in you than you have in me,” he said, playfulness lingering. “Little flexibility can’t hurt though.” He added, only briefly raising his eyebrows suggestively.

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santxago:

There wasn’t much that went on in or outside of the club that Santiago wasn’t made aware of and lately that had involved Jax and his side gig. He’d kept his knowledge to himself, not even approaching the dancer about what he knew. Now was as good a time as any. Watching him buy the bar drinks, Santiago only laughed before he settled next to Jax and placed his own order. “You’re not big on keeping a low profile are you?” Shrugging he swiveled on the stool, stopping himself and turning his gaze towards the other, “Unless you expect me or anybody else to believe that extra cash came from tips.” 

“Low profiles are for people with something to hide.” Jax said, tone light and eyes not yet leaving the bartender as he nodded for another shot. Clearly that wasn’t enough, judging from the lingering presence. So the dancer turned in his own stool, wearing a good natured grin as easily as he breathed. “Booked a bachelorette party last night. I’m guessing you’ve never been tipped out by divorcée’s, my friend.” He offered, then lowered his voice to continue his charade. “Woman vying for a congress seat in November. Willing to pay for discretion. You understand.” He said, hoping the last sentence wasn’t entirely lost on Santiago as he raised his shot in a toast of sorts before tipping it back.

[jaxmoreno]

Jax had often been accused of terrible priorities — a hedonist through and through, there were few things that rivaled a good party for the dancer. It wasn’t his night on stage, he already had a few drinks in him, and he’d just made a hell of a sale outside the club. And hell, he was feeling a little generous. “Free drinks for everyone at this bar on me. You’re welcome,” he yelled out to the people in the surrounding area. He brought the shot he had just gotten to his lips and took it back. Why not enjoy himself and make an impression all in one?