#;jess

[bvttlebcrn]

the night was finally hitting a lull, customers coming one or two at a time, rather than waves of ten, fifteen all at once. good for the dancers and his tip jar at least. he was wiping down the bar when someone he hadn’t seen here before came up to the bar. he put on his best tip-earning smile and walked over him. “hiya. what can i get for you, handsome?” he hummed, leaning his elbows on the counter he stood behind. ( @jessroscnberg​ )

[secondhandmckie]

@alwaysanangcl | (continued from x)

Jessica can’t help the sputtered laugh, her hands coming to rub at her eyes as she giggles. Leave it to fucking Molly to be able to short-circuit the bad mood she was in with a simple statement. The vampire’s head lulled to one side to steal a glance at the woman, laughter still peppering her speech as she said, “Well luckily for you, I tend to understand where you’re comin’ from without you even havin’ to finish your statement but who’s got you all up in your head about your train of thought?”

The laugh isn't entirely unexpected, even if it's not what she was going for. Still, to hear it spreads a warmth through her not unlike a good, stiff drink, and Molly's lips quirk. Only when Jess turns to face her does Molly look away, staring up at the ceiling from her place sprawled on the bed. She hadn't moved from where she'd flopped earlier, and didn't seem to be in a rush to do so.

"Don't matter who." She muttered after a moment. "Just matters that I never seem to have an answer. I dunno why I do things, I just...do 'em."

[secondhandmckie]

@alwaysanangcl | (continued from x)

Her gaze turned to the way the dark blue fabric of her dress fell across her torso and smoothed her palms over her lap. “You like it?” Questioning eyes rise to meet Javi’s as a sheepish grin warmed her features. “I was a little nervous, it’s not my usual go-to style but I liked the color too much to pass up.”

Speech is next to impossible at the moment--synapses misfiring away in his brain are stealing coherent thought. All that's available to him at the moment is the same awed expression that's been plastered on his face since she walked in, and the flashing words like a neon sign in his brain: pretty girl.

"What?" He blinked, finally meeting her eyes again. A crooked smile spreads across his features and he can only nod. "Yeah...yeah, I like it. But like, what do you think?" Maybe that's what was most important. Didn't matter what he thought, right?

[clockwork--circus--system-blog]

Okay I’m going to go onto my main personal blog thing now @pastelpaintraven and I’ll probably watch clannad and just calm the frick down ye