╔ Let’s Dance ➲ M&J
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There were some demons with him. Jackson laughed out loud in amusement at something that one of them had said as the other man was planning a special hunt for tonight. The man’s plans seemed to be juicy in every single way and Jackson couldn’t deny that they were very tempting. However, today was a different day in Jackson’s life. Hunting for a soul and flesh wasn’t part of his plans tonight. To be fair, the demon wasn’t a big fan of hunting in group. It was so much exciting when he could do it alone, without the problem of having to share or randomly pick who was going to stay with the human in the end of their ‘game’. At least when it was only him and his prey, Jackson solely had to care with himself. “But I’m out.” The demon announced to them, picking up his glass from the table to drink the rest of the alcoholic beverage that was in it. Pausing for a moment to feel the unique taste of it on the tip of his tongue, Jackson smirked slightly before he placed down the empty glass. “What? I already have plans tonight.” The dance explained after seeing the incredulous expressions on their faces. They were probably wondering how he could refuse such of a tempting offer.
One of the demons nodded, without asking him what Jackson actually meant with that, before he patted his shoulder. They were accustomed to this type of behavior from him. It was nothing new to a few of them. The demon honestly didn’t care about their opinions, because Jackson always did whatever he wanted, even when he was living with his family in Hong Kong. His mother had always commented, with her acquaintances, that her youngest son was a ‘wild spirt’. Jackson never corrected her about this, because it wasn’t a lie. Between him and Tyler, he had always been the adventurous one. That obviously led him into troubles and eventually to his older brother’s disappearance. However, the young man didn’t seem to have learned with his mistakes; or at least not completely. While he grew up a bit and he didn’t get himself into schemes like robberies and unnecessary attacks of violence, Jackson couldn’t be classified as a good guy. After all, the young man was a demon – and a merciless one. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had given up of a victim only because the person begged for it. Perhaps it was because that never really happened to him. Everything Wang Jackson starts, Wang Jackson finishes. That was the dancer’s reality.
“Time to chit chat somewhere else.” He mumbled, standing up from his seat. Picking up his black cap from the table, Jackson put it on the top of his head with the white words ‘Wang’ on the back to his forehead. “Where are you going, bro?” One of the demons asked him with a raised eyebrow. It was one of his mates from the dancing studio. Pointing at his empty glass, Jackson simply mumbled a quiet ‘drink’ before he started to make his way toward the bar. As soon as he got there, a sly smirk crossed his lips before he greeted the bartender with their fist-against-fist kind of greeting. “What’s up, man?” Jackson used with his perfect English accent. The bartender didn’t even have to ask him what he was going to drink, as it was usually the same kind of beverage at this time of the night. Leaving the demon alone for a bit, the bartender went to prepare this drink. Jackson’s eyes wandered the nightclub for a moment, pausing only for a moment at the dancefloor, watching the dancers dancing. This was always the best part of his night.
