#jerrik 01.

[jazz-quinn]

There was something stupidly hilarious about having a streak of bad luck when you could see the future. This was what she got for thinking she could pull off an outfit change after she was done slinging flowers at the shop’s booth. Going from flats to heels had been a mistake, two steps onto the cobblestone street and the stiletto had snapped clean in half.

This was what she got for trying at one of these things.

On top of that, the step she’d taken forward had been rather spirited when the heel snapped and caused her to practically cling to the shoulder of the person in front of her in fear of falling to the ground. “Fuck, fuck I am so sorry.” @jerriklykos​

[harlow-daniels]

“Alright love,” Harlow’s in something less revealing but still sparkly as she perches herself at the bar next to the burly man who wound up in the audience of most of her shows. Everyone’s shows actually, he spent a lot of time at Ambrosia. He was hard to forget, it was the big blue eyes, she thinks. “I think at this point, I’m allowed to give you a survey about my acts considering you have seen just about all of them.” Greece was different than Vegas, it was a little more...She had no idea at what point she looked tacky. @jerriklykos​

[waeteeth-blog]

“This is the third time I’ve seen ye here this week.” The man has a usual spot at the bar and Jamie doesn’t bother him on account of he doesn’t really seem to do much. He sits, he drinks, he seems to tip well, and so Jamie doesn’t really have a reason to give him any trouble. But it’s a slow night and he can only meander around for so long before he himself winds up leaning against the end of the bar. “Ye have a wee crush on someone or ye jus’ that bored?” @jerriklykos​