#jasontheames

[downtowncountryboy]

Text: Nope. Just don't show up naked. ;D

Text: One time. And I was drunk. You ain’t never gonna let me live that down are ya?

[downtowncountryboy]

PM: To a gig I'm headlining on New Years Eve.

PM: Hell yeah. 

PM: There a dress code or anything?

[downtowncountryboy]

PM: How do you feel about being a special guest?

PM: Guess that’d depend. A special guest ta what?

[downtowncountryboy]

Being new to town met Mark still didn’t know where everything was. it also meant that something as vague the “big ole house” in Magnolia Hill took him a bit to find but once he did Mark could hardly believe his eyes. “Well shit.” He mumbled to himself as he took in the sight of the giant house. And here he’d been under the impression that Jason had been exaggerating. 

Shaking his head and laughing to himself, Mark walked up to the door and knocked. Shit even if the door was unlocked he was still going to knock.  If only to annoy Jason.

[felixprince-blog1]

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Jam Session ll Felix + Jason

Felix pulled his truck up to Jason’s home, whistling softly under his breath. The place was impressive. It reminded Felix of a time when he lived in a home like this and everything he wanted at his fingertips. Things were much different for the werewolf now. He grabbed his guitar case and hopped out of his truck, slinging the strap to the case over his shoulder and across his chest. Felix was anxious to get inside and see Jason’s music studio. The thought of making an actual recording of his own music gave him goosebumps. Music was the greatest love of Felix’s life. He was constantly writing new songs and jumping at the chance to perform at any kind of venue that would have him. He wasn’t really interested in the money and fame. Felix just wanted to perform. He walked up to the front door, dressed in jeans, a red half sleeved shirt, a brown vest and black Chuck Taylor shoes. An assortment of bracelets and rings were on his fingers and wrists and a leather chord necklace with a gold coin shaped charm hung around his neck. Nothing special. Something Felix would wear any other day. He brushed back the hair from  his face and knocked on the door, anxiously tapping his fingertips against the strap of his guitar case.

@jasontheames