jason yavuz

jason e. yavuz. thirty four years. lumberjack & mechanic. myrtle. under c.

[turkaktorler]

[yavuzjase-blog]

sebasherrera:

sebastian averted his eyes to have a better look of the man, hangovers used to be apart of his routine back when he was still a lot less subdued by the hawkful eye of his spouse and now husband. he missed the feeling of being intoxicated but he knew better than to stroll back into that life. he was now married and had his own son who looked up to him, he couldn’t ever bring himself to disappoint his family.

“fair enough.” sebastian simply responded, his thin but coarse fingers dragging along the circle of his cup. he didn’t plan to push, he couldn’t careless of the a strangers mental state anyway. he was hoping the breakfast area could always remain this quiet. it was nice to be alone after that godawful hell he went through by suffering the cruise. “you should probably get something warm. it helps with the nausea.” he recommended.

Jason quirks an eyebrow. “Warm water sounds gross, m’dude.” It’s a pivotal burst of snide if he has to be honest. The stranger’s advice is possibly a good one but Jason is not the kind to just relent to what he’s been made abreast so easily. Who do you think he is, a five year old obedient child? Nevertheless hoping his retort is satisfactory enough for himself and mostly his ego, Jason proceeds bow his head in an ironical gesture. “But you’re probably right.”

He turns on his heel to pour himself a warmer glass. It’s hard not to gag in the process but it’s better to suck it all up than crumble infront of a suspicious stranger. Self image is way too important for the thirty four year old man.  He grabs a plate and turns back to the other individual. “You won’t mind me sitting there, will you?” He asked.

[yavuzjase-blog]

catherinediangelo:

“Hey do you dare me to drink two gallons of pina colada?” Cathy’s boredom was a curious beast, it could lead her to either learning new languages, mastering a subject or skill, or doing something that could potentially harm her. This was most definitely the third.

“My, my. Do I appear mischievous enough to encourage you to do that?” Jason has a wide smile on his lips that does flaunt everything mischievous and even malicious. What better way to course through the trip, is he right? Challenges and pretty strangers and pure stupidity. “Please. Do give it a try. I’m in the mood to be impressed.” 

[mckenzistuff]

[yavuzjase-blog]

sebasherrera:

sebastian had only been to the bahamas once and it was five or something years ago. it wasn’t the most pleasant experience and if it weren’t for his husband and son begging him to come, he didn’t think he’d even bother to contemplate about the vacation. alas, they had successfully dragged him along. it was eight in the morning and a cup of black coffee had been his only companion. the breakfast area hadn’t been filled up yet which made it perfect for him to enjoy solitude. however, his little peace was interrupted upon hearing footsteps closing in and he looked up briefly from his table. “the coffee here’s amazing. give it a try.” he commented quietly, knowing well he needed to make a conversation with the only other person in the room.

Jason is still experiencing the leavings of last night’s inebriated stupor. He’s not good with handling his hangovers but hiding in his room doesn’t seem as appealing when he remembers this free time off isn’t going to stay forever.  He growls, he rolls, he stretches himself off his empty bed. He dearly hopes whoever’s out there isn’t about to make matters worse. The restaurant seems to be a decent starting point.

He lurks into the room. His steps are heavy and sluggish ---- note to self, Jase. Never take continuous shots while you know you’re nothing but a fragile lightweight. He scours the room and is halfway through grabbing a thin slice of bread when a voice interrupts him. He contemplates on ignoring but knows it’ll do him no good. “Dunno how I’eel bout the coffee. M’ght just stick wit’ water. Or jus’ drownin’ m’self.”