@haloclub asked //
where’s your sense of adventure ? // from here !
Typically, Jamie's of the mind that he can play up his persona in public spaces - he can be loud, cocky, bold, Jamie fucking Tartt, but he can't be himself. It only takes one person to see him doing anything they deem incorrect and post it to every fucking footy forum they can find, it only takes one tweet, one Insta story, one fucking Facebook post to ruin his career. He knows that. It's how he's lived his life since before he got his Premier League contract. He's a representative of his club and his country, he needs to act like it.
But tonight... well, things are different. Maybe it was the match he'd just played, maybe it was the environment of the club, maybe it's the incredibly fucking tall man he's talking to. Jamie looks up at him, drink in hand, fingers tapping at the sides of his glass. "Fuck it, yeah," he says, more to himself than to the other. "What's your plan, then?"