JACKIE DEVINE & MASON KANE. ( @sierramused )
“You asked for plenty of things. Let’s be real here, I’m much more than just a pain in your ass.” More like a pain elsewhere, too, she was sure that she caused Mason a headache one too many times… but Jackie wouldn’t be the brunette beauty they all knew and loved if she wasn’t. A smirk spread across her lips as she slipped the bottle into the crook of her elbow and she glided through the club, dodging a few drunk patrons and ladies who at that point were half naked off the stage. “You’re one to talk. I’m pretty sure you let your head grow five times in size every time someone threatens to be better than you in some way.” It was a stretch, she mainly witnessed his ego when it came to the fighting ring, but the Devine tongue just got the better of her. A smirk crossed her lips again, glancing back behind her shoulder when he scolded her, only to turn and push the door open to step outside. “You’re always in a grump ass mood, what are you talking about?” The brunette twisted around in the heeled black boots she wore so she could walk backwards, ticking her brow back at him. “You know, you would think after knowing me for so long, you would figure it takes more than a few dry words to make me wanna open my legs for you.”
“That self awareness shit of yours Jack is somethin’ else,” Mason quipped, raising a brow at the tiny brunette. She had the princess thing about her, not in the typical way, but given that her pops was one of the founding members of the tribe she got away with a lot of shit with the guys given that no one wanted to get on Devine’s bad side. Plus, the respect. The blond ruffian on the other hand? He gave no real shits about anything, though there was a bond there with Jackie, something most would likely chime as botherly-sisterly and Mason would gruffly disagree. The pint sized Devine knew she was gorgeous and could make men weak, and Mason was aware his affect on the fairer sex even despite his rough nature — there was always something lingering and unspoken between them. Once upon a time when he pondered their relationship, likely on a night he’d been interacting with the brunette and he’d had too much whiskey, he knew eventually he’d get his dick wet with her. When? That was anyone’s guess. As he followed Jackie through the club floor towards the door, he shoved the drunk men out of the way rather harshly and with a hard look in his ocean eyes. Far be it for anyone to try and touch Jackie when he was around. “Oh darlin’... I’m just waitin’ for the fuckin’ day someone’s got what it fuckin’ takes to bring me down.” He wasn’t really a man boastful with pride and ego, though he did have pride and a lot of it, he wasn’t the showy type. Mason’s actions spoke for him and only the stupid tested their mettle against him. His large hand splayed on the door when she opened it, holding it for her and making his way out behind her, a scoff sounding in the back of his throat. It was a gravelly sound. “Please tell me what the fuckin’ hell there’s to be happy about. Don’t act like the sun shines outta your ass, babe.” Her next words and her little saunted backwards, and his obvious gaze raking over her figures, actually pulled a smirk on Mason Kane’s features. Not a common feat. “Pretty sure I wouldn’t have to say a damn thing to get ya to open those legs for me. Eventually you’ll wanna ride a real fuckin’ cock, Jack.”
