#jordan 002.

[santiagodeleons]

closed for: @jordanmitchell

where: santiago's

"Hey, hey," There's a loud click of his fingers intended to get the attention of the dog sniffing around his feet, successful in the attempt as two dark eyes that match the picture on the flier in his hand identically stare up at him. "Huh. Look at that."

The sound of his house guest approaching the couch he's laying on has him extending his arm to hold it up, rendering it unmissable as he seeks out context.

"Do I want to know to know what this about?"

[ulyflynn]

for: @jordanmitchell

where: four leaf pub

"Why are you here?" Uly asks, his question not a philosophical but a literal geographical one. One of the main reason he didn't choose to drink at Tejas when he wasn't working at Oasis was that he could avoid being sat across from his cousin tending bar while he occupied a bar stool.

It wasn't that he didn't like her company, before the revelation he had received a few weeks back she was basically the only family he had, it was mostly that he preferred to be by himself.

"Got some news I probably should have told you about, by the way."

[silascodys]

for: @jordanmitchell​​​

where: jordan’s crib that silas refers to as his too cause #squattersrights 

"Not so fucking loud,” Silas requests, words muffled by the pillow that was covering his face as he lay strewn across the couch. Jordan’s footsteps had disturbed the slumber he had fallen into a half hour prior, which was needed after the carnage of the last week of his life. An impromptu visit to Portland had stretched out longer than he intended, and he had wondered by day four if she was back in VC thinking that she had seen the last of him. 

( He had hoped so, it would make seeing her again sweeter. ) 

Removing the pillow, he lets it rest on his stomach as he looks up at her from his upside down vantage point, still getting accustomed himself to their hostage like roommate situation. 

“Sup, or whatever.” 

[deanjacksons]

closed for: @jordanmitchell

where: jordan’s place 

Out of place, that was exactly how Dean felt as he stood in Jordan's living room, through no virtue of her hosting capabilities. It was solely down to the fact that over the years they had established a distinct pattern -- when she needed him, she came to him.

( When he needed her, he tried his best not to and to deal with his shit himself. Very healthy. )

His impending future was bigger than him now, it was expanding in a way he hadn't planned for, it was family and who better to finally force that acknowledgement out of his mouth than family?

"I need to tell you something," He starts, one arm folded across his chest while he flexed the hand of the other, willing himself into what came next in case he backed out of it like he had been doing as of late. "And I need you to just let me say it and I need you to hear it and I need you to be me and I'm going to be the you in this situation which means no matter how insane it sounds I need you to reassure me before you read me the riot act."

Already this felt like the worst version of Freaky Friday he could imagine and he hadn't even said what he came over to yet.