unrulybodies | kennedy & jet.
Kennedy followed at his side, looking around as they walked into the club, “What is this place?” she asked him, because she had never heard of it, and because she was curious what type of places he liked to go to. She was happy when she could hear the music playing, he had definitely delivered on that front. Her hand stayed on his back the entire time, fingers curling the fabric of his shirt into her hold so she could stay close to him and so they wouldn’t get separated, in case anyone wondered how she even got in there. “Is this where we can make out and no one will ever see a picture of it?” She was half joking, but it did seem locked down, like access to the inside was much harder than a regular club. At the bar, she ordered a whiskey sour and then turned her attention back towards him, “Everyone told me you might be a kind of hard interview,” she finally admitted to him, “But I think things ended up pretty well..”
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“This is the most secure place here. No video’s or photo’s have been leaked from this place.” He said, smiling down at her, keeping her close to him while he said hello to a few other famous people. “Put everything she gets on my tab love.” Jet told the waitress behind the bar and ordered a whiskey of his own. “I think that is because I despise pretentious people and most journalists are pretentious pricks, without any character of their own. You still do have one, maybe because you are new to the job, but please, don’t ever lose that spark.” He said while leaning in close to her so he could be heard over the music. “It ended up really well.” Jet finished his drink. “I’m ready for that dance when you are.”
