#jordanmitchell

[silascody]

closed for: @jordanmitchell

where: when in rome, valentine's day

On his second read of the menu, Silas is still only able to decipher sixty percent of it. The mix of Italian and English would have made that more understandable if he wasn't as perplexed at some of the translations as he was the Italian.

It didn't matter much, it would be hard for him to go wrong with any type of pasta.

He lowers the menu enough that Jordan can see his eyes over it as he looks at her with some suspicion.

"You didn't see any police around here, did you?"

[santiagodeleons]

closed for: @jordanmitchell

where: four leaf

"Did you go to that singles mixer?" Santiago asks, thinking it the smoothest way to find out if her on and off relationship was on or off at that exact moment in time.

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @jordanmitchell

"I feel like I'm the only person on theme," Mack complains once Jordan had drifted close enough to him to be within earshot. If it hadn't been her path, he would have tried out his lasso skills in ensuring that she didn't accidentally pass him by.

He's swinging the very same lasso in a contained circle so he didn't accidentally whip someone within in elbowing distance of him, shaking his head at the general congregation around him.

"First New Years, now this. I gotta stop going all out when nobody's matching my freak."

If Fiona had of been there, she would have.

[ulyflynn]

closed for: @jordanmitchell

"Did you show up to this by yourself?" Uly asks, his question trailing off as he was distracted by a passing tray, plucking two flutes of what he assumes was champagne off of it before it could escape his vicinity so he could hand one to his cousin.

[borawinters]

Bora 📲 Jordan.

Bora: Are you still slinging margaritas at Tejas?

[deanjacksons]

dean 📲 jordan.

Dean: You being good?

[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.” 

[silascody]

closed for: @jordanmitchell

where: under the sea prom

"Look at you, babe," Silas says, both in awe of her look for the evening and the very obvious evidence of personal growth that existed between her actual prom and the one they were currently attending, "You levelled the fuck up for this one and didn't have to go to a second one with some fucking loser."