* 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 ⋰ 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 .

tell you something, even if i try to pretend to be bold i’m always (( surprised )) when i see you smile.

[jcrdyngeller]

zekehq​:

❝ lo siento, princesa. no sé cómo callarme. ❞ he feigned remorse as he placed a heavy hand over his heart and cocked his head, another mischivious smirk lurching to the surface. ❝ ¿enseñame? ❞ he batted his lashes for added effect, a genuine grin slipping into place at both the ease of being in his own club and being in the presence of his best friend. conventionally, there should be a lot of red flags surfacing for why hiring his best friend would back fire, but isaac king had never cared much for playing by the rules or even playing it safe. besides, it made a lot of the bullshit fade to the background to be able to hang out for a drink after a long night. even the best nights. not to mention, he had a thing for competency when it came to working for him that some people seemed incapable of grasping. ❝ ouch, now that would be a very harsh thing to do to your favorite person in the universe. also, lying is a sin. i know you love me, no need to pretend you don’t. ❞ zeke smirked as he rested his hands atop the bar and tapped along it in a slow succession. easily pulling out one of his cards for the transaction, he paused and placed his index finger on his chin. ❝ seems redundant to pay out the 45 when majority of it’s coming right back to me, but if you insist. all i heard was gorgeous, and that’s the first thing i’ve agreed with all night. now that’s a blessing, getting to pick where i leave the tip. might be best if we wait til later to handle that. ❞ he arched his own brow, taking a long swig from the drink pushed in his direction. amusement remained the overall emotion ringing through the blond at jordyn’s words. ❝ you love me too much to harm my pretty face, but i did miss you and your violence just a little bit. and i mean, i guess i have to love you, or i’d be stuck with someone else not even half as great as us for a best friend. ❞

❛ usted sabe que cara bonita se ve mejor cuando usted está siendo muy silencioso, zaddy. ❜ jordyn replied, her own frame relaxing before offering a climactic eye roll in zeke’s direction. ❛ tal vez si tienes suerte te enseñaré después de limpiar aquí. ❜ the pairs usual back and forth may have seemed anything but calming to outsiders, but the times isaac king was around were the times jordyn was entirely at peace and at her best… unless they were out recking havoc - even then, he was her best friend because he centered her. which is probably why she’d left her job back home and came to work for him. it didn’t surprise many when she’d left except for the clients at her tattoo parlor back in new work, where zeke went, jordyn usually wasn’t far behind. ❛ i’m sorry, did a walking, breathing, living demon just try to say something to me about sinning? i’m the motha’ fuckin’ princess, i don’t lie… unless it’s me telling you that i hate you, so you’re not wrong, but i’m always right and we’ve reached an impasse, king. ❜ the brunette wasted little in sliding the card right back, not just because he was right but there wasn’t ever a time she could ever really imagine charging him for a drink. that was their specialty, their thing. she stared him down, smirking to herself while her coffee-colored eyes glistened darkly in the dim light. “all you heard is that i’m gorgeous? you ain’t wrong, and i’m a sucker for flattery so i have a few suggestions on where you can put that tip. i’m thinking later would probably be best, since i’m working… or making it look like i’m working because my boss is a sucker for a pretty face soi might be able to get a little break in before i close up here. ❜ jordyn added, grinning domineeringly up at the blond as she took the seat beside him and took another swig from her own drink. ❛ okay, okay, yeah we get it i love you, you’re zaddy, but it’s always nice to hear you guess you love me and missed me putting you in check… cause if i don’t do it, it ain’t gonna get done so somebody has to. ❜ holding up her glass towards his, ❛ to the most beautifully gorgeous petty royals in the game, babe. ❜

[afroditefear-deactivated2024112]

via instagram post.

[jcrdyngeller]

@kingz: @jboogie that don't surprise me? neither the irritation nor the attention 🥴 but i'm the only one in real lack of attention? now THAT's an issue?

@kingz: @jboogie i said ya dreamin' was adorable? don't know how that correlated to you in general, ma'am? i ain't soft and i ain't gonna lose the drinking game, princesa, but love to see you try 🤪😂

@jboogie: @kingz there's only two ways to cure this attitude problem sir, one of them being nuggets and attention. eXCUSE ME, it ain't my fault you ain't gettin attention??? if you was where you were supposed to be & not leaving me unattended this wouldn't be an i s s u e.

@jboogie: @kingz 👀🤔 so you sayin i'm not adorable now??? the betrayal. i see you "best friend", but now you really gonna lose the drinking game and get me my mfin nuggets.

[jadespetal]

[jcrdyngeller]

aresxcastillo​:

ares was beyond ready to go home. his shift at the bar had been long and chaotic. he was lucky if he had more than a whole minute between drink orders being shouted at him. it had to be a full moon or something, because the crazies were definintely out that night. he had to cut off about ten duded who looked like they could break his spine like a tooth pick. he decided to close the bar a little early, so he could use the restroom and pick up his check from the manager. there wasn’t much time till close, so it wasn’t a huge deal. when he returned to the bar, he was a little surprised to see someone behind it, so he sat down with a small smirk on his face. “you know, i called last call about ten minutes ago,” he chuckled, “but that scotch looks pretty damn good. not as good as the lady pouring it, but i digress,” he winked. 

❛ castillo, rule number one… last call doesn’t always mean last call. plus i don’t think last call applies to me. perks of being the princess. ❜ jordyn hummed watching as almost the last of the people from the club staggered towards the exit. her coffee-colored sights lingered on the few still sitting around chatting up the dancers before looking at the clock on the wall with a sigh while she absent-mindedly saturated another glass and relinquished it to ares with ease. the femme almost missed his last comment, but eventually, her brain caught up and a leer painted itself on her red-tinted lips, ❛ you know, flattery gets you everywhere. especially with me. so just for that, you can finish your drink and go home… i’ll clean up and do inventory for the night. seems only fair after you played security tonight too. ❜

[jcrdyngeller]

zekehq​:

❝ babe? ❞ zeke teased, brow raising as he settled onto the barstool. ❝ and a smile. ❞ he added, pretending to ruminate over the interaction as he brought a hand up to his chest over the white tee that was slung over his frame. ❝ don’t tell me you missed me. ❞ he faked a pout, before offering a chuckle to pair with his words. he glanced around the bar and took in the options for drinks tonight, features unable to hide his amusement at messing with jordyn. the quality of her taste wasn’t to be denied. ❝ i’d like a glass of that, ❞ he decided, as he pointed to the bowmore she had already poured a glass for herself of. ❝ right there, babe. ❞ a smirk etched over his features as he teased, before adding. ❝ kidding, don’t hurt me, or if you do don’t leave any scarring marks on me face. i can’t be ugly, it’s physically and lawfully not right. ❞ he heaves a dramatically disappointed sight, shrugging his shoulders as he says it.

❛ ay dios mio, cállate. ❜ rows of bottles of liquor passed her vision in a blur as she tried to secure a casual smile on her features. if calling your boss something endearing along the lines of babe was bad, adding that said boss was her best friend only made matters worse. ❛ say babe one more time and i’ll water this down. and no, i didn’t miss you, missing you implies i like you. ❜ jordyn warned as she reached for the same bottle, pouring zeke a more generous glass than she’d poured herself. she was no stranger to calling the patrons of the strip club little pet names that burned her tongue as they slipped past her rose-colored lips, flirting helped bring in a cascade of tips. narrowing her copper-colored eyes at the blond across from her with a single perfectly shaped brown arched, jordyn’s grin eclipsed in almost a corrupt manner, ❛ $45 zaddy… and a nice tip for being a gorgeously gaudy asshole to your favorite princess… actually more like favorite person, but we’ll table that because i don’t know how much i like you right now. but since i’m in a good mood, i’ll let you put the tip where you want. ❜ mindlessly skimming his drink into arms reach, she took her own glass and moved to the barstool beside isaac and rested her chin on his shoulder, ❛ we’re gonna let this babe thing die out… this time. but call me babe again and i can make no promises that pretty face is gonna stay pretty. now tell me you love me and you missed me. ❜

[jcrdyngeller]

@kingz: @jboogie me? outta pocket? when ain't i? but never that with the rider.🤔 you the one who seemed confused, wasn't me 🤔

@kingz: @jboogie it's so adorable you big dreaming when that ain't happen yet 😌 love the enthusiasm

@jboogie: @kingz none of that was false, yet all of it irritated me??? i'm petty due to lack of attention sorry.

@jboogie: @kingz i'm sorry, it's adorable you think i'm adorable? like that just seems soft? guess i gotta drink you under the table zaddy 😬🙄

[jcrdyngeller]

it was only a half an hour before closing, the bar never really died down but to her surprise, jordyn found a sacred five minutes to herself. breathing a slow sigh of relief, the brunette turned behind her and grabbed a bottle off the extensive liquor shelves. almost mindlessly she poured a half glass of bowmore - a beautifully aged 52 year old scotch. jordyn geller could say a lot about her boss, but his taste in alcohol was absolutely impeccable. that was evident as she cautioned herself not to kill the entire glass because of how smooth it was. the sound of a bar stool pulling out brought the femme back to reality and mechanically turned her awareness to the person occupying the chair and beaming a smile over in their direction. “what can i get you, babe?” she asked, placing her hands on the bar top with an ever so slight tilt of her head.

[jujuarchive]

old post of sincerlyjuju via twitter.

[jcrdyngeller]

@kingz: @jboogie where did i raise my voice, ma'am?🤔 i was talking to the princess, unless she changed her name? uh huh

@kingz: @jboogie i knew you'd be up for the challenge.

@jboogie: @kingz just had to be sure you weren't gettin outta pocket? bc then i'd have to check that ass, sir 🤔😌there's only one princess and that's me always. cute try tho.

@jboogie: @kingz wouldn't be v princess of me not to show off that i can out drink you 😊

[threeletterscmb]

I’m a whole vibe, you’re blessed to even be in my presence.

[jcrdyngeller]

@kingz: @jboogie mind ya business?🤔 or come show the rest of the world how to actually handle liquor with me 🤪🤷‍♂️

@jboogie: @kingz 🙄 lower your voice when you speak to me??? who is you talking to??? ya business is my business.

@jboogie: @kingz but showing people how to handle their liquor i can do. come thru z a d d y 🥂

[fcrsakens]

it’s half past nine when dante finally gets off work at the restaurant. bussing tables keeps eyes off of him and questions at bay, so he’s maintained it for the past couple of years despite how incredibly dull it may be. he’s got one airpod in and a cigarette balanced between two fingers as he makes his way home by foot, doing his best to just get from point a to point b. somewhere in between he takes notice of a commotion and, rather than take a detour to avoid it, he finds himself unable to help his curiosity. he grows nearer to the small crowd that is forming and slips between two bodies to observe what is happening. it would appear that the source of fascination is the fight that has broken out between two clearly intoxicated men and seems to involve mostly shoving and hurling threats back and forth. the longer he lingers, the more anticlimactic the exchange seems to become. “this is the most pathetic fight i’ve ever seen,” he comments, taking a drag from his cigarette and shaking his head as he exhales a cloud of smoke. “the sun will come up before one of these pussies actually throws a punch.”

[jcrdyngeller]

was there really a better way to spend your lunch break than walking to the dispensary? jordyn couldn’t think of anything off the top of her head. but she did know getting through a shift without anything to take the edge off would without drive her absolutely nuts... or to drink. and she couldn’t serve drinks drunk herself. so she found herself walking, taking in the warmth of the dry vegas air. back home in new york it was probably still chilly - but vegas was a different world. the people were the same, the auras around them felt like home to her. but the sights? the lights? those were different. it had been four years and she still found herself taking in the views and gazing around the city star stuck. pulled from her thoughts by a stranger nudging her shoulder to push past to get to a small crowd, “excuse the fuck outta you.” jordyn huffed while she turned her attention away from the stranger - feet drawing her to whatever attraction hid behind the bodies hovering and gawking. a voice prompted the corners of her lips to twitch upwards almost sinisterly. he wasn’t wrong - this was the epitome of pathetic. “my thoughts exactly, some people weren’t made to fight and it shows. should’ve saved themselves from looking like a bunch of bitches and stuck to barking at each other like chihuahuas.” she huffed, eyes flickering from the fight to the male beside her to match the face to the voice. 

[jcrdyngeller]

@josiehart: and that's usually followed by an unsolicited dick pick or a 'i'm still in love with you' text

@josiehart: they never learn smh

@jboogie: the male mentality audacity

@jboogie: they simply do not have the brain capacity

[jcrdyngeller]

@kingz: bottles on me, who's tryna get fucked up and see where the night takes us?

@jboogie: @kingz don't you have.. two jobs? 👀😌 take ya ass to work.

[jcrdyngeller]

@jboogie: gotta text tonight from an unsaved number that said "i miss u"

@jboogie: 😬🤔 of course you miss me, i’m amazing. we don't double back in these parts. stfu.

[jcrdyngeller]

gustofcharms​:

The bar wasn’t set to officially open for another hour but that didn’t stop him from coming down and trying out a few songs that would be playing during the night once the patrons started rolling in. It was normally what he’d do when he came down early just to see what the night held. Even though it wasn’t officially open he left the door unlocked. Sometimes he’d get people he knew around town coming in for a break or just to relax before a shift started. He sat at the far corner of the counter with his laptop sitting on his lap. Nimble fingers scrolling through the playlist mindlessly. Atomic started playing in the background as Guy zoned out for a bit. The jingle of the door snapped him back to reality as a friendly smile spread across his features. An instant feature that took no effort at all to put on. “Hey there. This is the unofficial welcome but saying that can I get you anything?”

a little pre-work drink never hurt anyone, right? right or wrong - that didn’t stop jordyn from stopping into the bar not far from her work for a little something to keep the edge off. her brown eyes scanned the room and to her surprise it was slow, which was perfect for her. jordyn geller wasn’t ever one in a rush to squeeze in and get chatted up by a bunch of people she could truthfully care less about. the friendly greeting snapped her attention back into place as she reached the bar and grabbed the first stool she could get her hands on. briefly the brunette pondered over if she was that happy or showed equal enthusiasm when she greeted people behind the bar at her own job... probably not. she’d work on that later, maybe. “hey, i hope i didn’t interrupt? i promise i won’t linger forever my shift starts in half an hour anyways, so i’ll just have a jack and coke, please?”