Judd Jackson

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[crazy-tardis]

[judd-jackson]

isobellafairchild:

Truth be told, Isobella hardly ventured out from the routine she built around herself from a young age, and the Bluebird already kept her on her toes so much that she never thought much about coming to a bar for pleasure, rather than work. This was a change of pace that frankly, she needed if only to let loose for one night. “Bella,” a softer smile toyed on her lips as she took his hand for a surprisingly firm handshake. “And I wouldn’t be opposed if they had a little Springsteen on selection.” There were only a few stray customers around the place as she walked towards the bar and ordered herself a beer before turning to him. “So um, how do you know about this place?” 

      The grip a bit of a surprise, not that he was one to categorize or make usually false assumptions based on said things, but it was one that provoked an air of confidence from a seemingly more tidbit type of person. Smiling to himself since she found her own way towards the bar, “Springsteen...” he said once he saddled up next to her, toe kicking the stools foot out for a more comfortable stance, “I’ll take the same.” he said to the bartender. “Wandered in...think it’s been around since I don’t know, Reagan era...Christmas lights, popcorn, and named after a dog with three legs. Legacy carried on by the pups but the memories there. What’s not to like?”  The bartender back without a wait, there was something about a great dive. Quick and easy service, that was just a top off.  “Go to song from The Boss, which one is it?” 

[judd-jackson]

leahxkenner:

“I get that. I rarely care what people think about me but now it’s all I can think about,’ Leah admitted. “Well thank you but I’m sure in a few months, it will barely fit at all,” She stated as she realized she would be getting bigger and need maternity clothes.

     “Tough. Yeah, you’re tough.” he said, he’d like to say the same but he knew that should the situations and words arise it have him questioning too. But then she mentioned something he was fully certain was one thing he would never fully understand. Not too sure but sure enough that she was referring to a rapid weight gain and that typically or so he could assume was because of something growing inside. “So? Buy some more new new digs...sure it’ll look just fine.” 

[judd-jackson]

maxine-bennett:

“Sometimes it’s better to just be cut off from the world, isn’t it?” she agreed with a smile. “Yes, I did, although I’m afraid I said it on a whim. I’ll have to find somewhere to buy the food for one. Would you like to come with me? Picnics aren’t nearly as fun alone as they are with company. Not that I’ve got tons of experience with having picnics.”

      He nodded, there was a slew he could say on the subject but decided she’d said the gist. Shooting a hand in the direction just behind them, “A block and half, if that. Ma and Pa shop, all the cheese...don’t know what else. Sure there’s more I just know it for the cheese.” He told her, heading in that direction. “You like cheese don’t you? Inexperience in picnics or not, they always come with cheese...”

[truthlightandbravery]

It had been a long day for Bain.  The Symphony had three shows that day, he’d been required to perform in them all, and when the shows were finally done, he’d had several after-parties to attend before he was finally allowed to leave at nearly 1:30 in the morning.  He’d considered going home, after all, he was in a tux and had a pounding headache from the wine at the parties and the lights of the stage, but going home to an empty house sounded worse than being overdressed at a bar, so he picked one at random and went inside, standing with a crowd of other people trying to get the bartender’s attention.  

“What are the chances any of us actually gets a drink before last call?” he asked, out loud to the person standing nearest him, with slight irritation in his voice.

[judd-jackson]

      “Before last call? Hm...” Judd asked, then thought aloud—the man did stand out like a sore thumb and when someone stuck out like that in a crowd thick with those trying to cram in for their last’s of the night it usually meant he needed whatever was behind the bar. “Slim to none.” The condensation of his own drink, his third or fourth as it was, was only building so he slid it in front of the guy. “Only had a sip. All yours...” 

[judd-jackson]

leahxkenner:

“It wasn’t like they meant to be rude… I’m just really weird now. My emotions are all over the place now,” She stated as she thought about how she overreacted. “It’s all probably in my head, you know”

      “Ah, yeah, people can have a way of gettin’ under the skin and wouldn’t even know it.” It took a lot to really get under his skin but then he hadn’t had anyone to really do the digging so speak in quite a while. “If it makes up for anything, I think the somethin’ like new digs look nice.” 

[breezingby]

[judd-jackson]

leahxkenner:

“I know. I don’t want people to get irritated,” Leah said before she moved forward. She was about to be wrapped up in her thoughts again.  “Something like that,” She said, looking own at herself. “Just thinking about something my coworker said,”

    “If they do, then they got some bigger things to worry bout.” he shrugged, following after. “I take it, it wasn’t somethin’ all that nice?” 

[maxine-bennett-blog]

Not for the first time, Max’s phone rang as she walked through Centennial Park. She ignored it, instead choosing to bask in the sun and take in the fresh air. “I think it would be a beautiful day for a picnic.” The ringing stopped only to start up again seconds later. This time, she reached in her pocket to turn the thing off entirely. “You’d think moving back across the country would give me a little peace and quiet.”

[judd-jackson]

       “As long as you got that thing turned on— no such thing.” he smiled, not much for being able to be in contact with at any given time. Of course he had one but more often than not it’d sit on the dresser at home all day. “You say picnic? Cus, that sounds a helluva lot better than the Big Mac I’ve been craving...”

[rockinrobinmc-deactivated201811]

“Mrs. Everson I assure you that your son’s grade is very much fair considering he wrote about actual penises on his midterm essay on Moby Dick.” He told the pissed off mother over the phone as he counted the money in the register. “Yes I know how it could be confusing to some but my essay was about obsession of whales on the main character’s part not dicks. How about you see me tomorrow after school? Great, see you tomorrow.” He closed the register and clicked off his phone with an audible sigh. “Sorry you had to hear that nonsense. Never thought I would get an essay on actual dicks on a book called Moby Dick. Anyway, what can I help you with?”

[judd-jackson]

      The diners bell tolled as a family of three left looking full and an agitated youngster to boot, caught in the cross hairs of being a simple passerby he held the door to jump inside once they were out, to find himself smack in front of the guy at the register. Seeing there was a phone call happening, he spun around  to get a good look around fully invested now in the conversation on the other end, it was impossible not to smile. “Ah, but suspected it was comin’ one day right?” he asked rhetorically, still unable to not smile. It was funny. “Called in, pickin’ up. It’s Judd.” 

[ofbonniebennetts-deactivated202]

Leah was caught up in her head, thinking about a comment one of her female coworkers had made about her appearance. She hadn’t mentioned she was expecting to anyone at all, hoping that maybe a small part of her could wish it away. She was only three months and she was barely showing but she couldn’t help but look at her reflection as she waited in line to grab her tea. She had gotten so distracted that she didn’t realize she was holding up the line till she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” She said, opt to let the person skip in front of her. 

[judd-jackson]

      “Not like we’re moving more than a couple steps.” he pointed out, shaking his head in response. He didn’t need to cut, all it would do was shave off a couple more seconds and he’d be waiting again. “New digs?” he asked the woman seemingly invested in the outfit with an expression that said she wasn’t too sure.

[eleanorcranex-deactivated201811]

Grabbing her cup of coffee, she smiled at the barista and before turning to find herself a seat. When she realized there was only one available seat next to someone, she walked over to the person. “Excuse me, do you mind if I sit beside you? Everywhere else is full.”

[judd-jackson]

       “Would you look at that...” he looked around the room, lost in the people watching and the man across the street that looked like he was psyching himself up for something for the past twenty minutes. “Haven’t seen this place this packed since Garth’s tour opener...seat’s all yours.” 

[rcsiehq]

“–Yes, no, I understand, I do, but it’s very urgent that I speak with him at once because my phone is…” she trailed off at the radio silence coming from the other end of the line. Lyla’s blue orbs flicked toward her phone screen to see it had gone black. “Damnit!” She murmured to herself as she tossed it onto the vacant chair in the small cafe. She had been in Nashville all of a month now and it felt as if her career was slowly slipping through her fingers. Getting ahold of her manager was near impossible since her move across country and the longer she stayed, the less relevant she became. Placing both hands on her hips, she began to pace around in deep thought.

[judd-jackson]

        I need of a little pick me up, Judd strolled into the cafe around the corner. The smell sending an appetite he wasn’t sure he had until just then into a stomach grumble he could swear could be heard all across the cafe. So taking the nearest open seat at the counter he plopped down hard enough, noticing it was an uncomfortable sit so he quickly stood up to feel the object rattle and slide right off onto the floor, “Ah shit—” Bending over to assess the damage, making a face when he saw it was cracked. Handing it over to the woman, “Sorry uh, wasn’t payin’ attention...” 

[judd-jackson]

isobellafairchild:

“You’re not a complete stranger,” Isobella admitted with a small laugh. Working at Bluebird for the past few years meant she ran into familiar faces despite not knowing their names. “I think I’ve seen you at the Bluebird before, which means I guess I trust whatever watering hole you’re bringing me too. Even if the music’s a little dubious,” she shot him a shy grin before opening the door into the bar.

     Nodding slowly at that, right then he was connecting the dots. A life of bouncing around Nashville’s live show haunts for the past five or six years it was kinda a lonely thing, seeing the faces at the bars rotate and disappear, didn’t help that he tended to blur the sights more than not, for Judd, he kept in most contact with the ones running the payroll. “A watering hole with dubious music? Guess if they got one of those Touch Tunes set up.” He held the door open for her, extending a hand for when she passed through, “Judd. Makin’ this more official, less watering hole-y...”

[judd-jackson]

calistogarcia:

“If you’re so sure” he shrugged, and drank a sip of the cocktail, he wouldn’t deny it of the other insisted so much, he wouldn’t deny. “Thank you” he smiled at the other. “Is this your job or just a hobby? I also sing, but on my spare time, its a hobby of mine”

       “Ahh, it’s a hobby right now. Job most of the time.” He nodded, it was a normal question, yet the answer was kinda skewed when it all came down to it. “You sing? No kidding...town full of em’, got all the steppin’ stones, ever thought of makin’ it more than a hobby?” 

[judd-jackson]

erinkwalski:

“I can’t just take one, that would be fifty bucks out of my pocket plus god knows what added tax…”

      “That so? Thought those were the ones y’all can’t sell...you tellin’ me there, Pink that you takin’ your ten percent off, hopin’ I build me my own dyin’ green house? And those are worth a fifty outta your pocket? I don’t believe it...” 

[judd-jackson]

isobellafairchild:

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t a dig at you,” Isobella flushed with a small laugh as she shrugged. “I’m sure for some people it’s memorable. Fun even. I just don’t know if I’m ready to go out there alone. Honestly, I don’t really go to bars all that much.” The admittance had her giving him a bashful smile before nodding towards him. “Unless you wanted to come with me?” 

        He pretended to think on it, he’d go, a couple seconds worth of given doubt was well, fun. Why not? “So you’d go with a stranger just not, chit chat one there? This right here’s no booze and no shaky cats but...bout the same. Just a closed off space with peanuts and some questionable music a lot of the time.”