intangible concepts

Jenn steered the car up a couple of levels, feeling a smirk twist onto her lips as he made the comment about dancers. Maybe if he was lucky and they ended up being friends, he would get to see her in action. But that was getting ahead of things. For all she knew, he was gonna have sex with her and then steal her tv remote like some girl had done to Noah. "Perform with the New York City ballet. It's my dream." She parked the car and finally turned her head to look at him. That career suited him, although how anyone would concentrate on learning when they looked at him was beyond her. "I can see it. What grade?"

"What is it about ballet versus other types of dance that has you so enthralled?" Declan questioned. "I haven't fully decided what grade. I think I'd like to teach high school though." His eyebrow quirked slightly. "Interesting that you feel like you can see me as a teacher already."

She had to smirk at the mechanic comment. Her brother might know him then, although she would’ve probably recognized him considering that she was there often since Noah couldn’t remember his shit. “I’m at NYU for dance. Mostly ballet but we do other stuff too.” She made a turn into the parking garage, swiping her pass and watching the gate open. “What do you wanna teach?”

His eyebrow quirked slightly when she said that she was going to NYU for dance. "Amazing. I've always found dancers to be quite...mesmerizing." He expressed. "Are you hoping to go on tours? Teach?" He questioned, curious to learn more about this woman next to him. "I'm hoping to be an English teacher."

She tugged on her seatbelt, starting the engine and letting it heat up for a moment before pulling out of the space and onto the street. Taking the next right, she leaned back in her seat, her hands resting at the bottom of the wheel as she drove down the street, forcing herself not to look at the man next to her. He was so hot and she was pretty sure she was gonna go crazy if she didn't have him in her bed soon. "So what do you do other than rescue bartenders in random parking lots?"

"Currently I'm in school. I'm aiming to become a teacher. And I work at a mechanics shop to make money." He explained, shrugging his shoulders slightly as he got comfortable against the seat. "What about you?" He could see that she wasn't looking over at him, but he couldn't tell if that was just because she found car safety important or if there was something more.

Jenn laughed before nodding. “yeah I’m pretty sure if I left that thing here overnight, I’d just undo your hard work.” She hated to think what could happen to it, especially after last call when ladies were at their drunkest. “Well then sir, I guess I’ll drive.” She ran her hand down over his chest and abdomen as she pulled away, making sure to put an extra swish in her hips as she walked away and slid into the drivers seat.

He could feel his muscles ripple as her hand ran along his body. He was proud of his body and was looking forward to seeing her reaction when she could touch him without his shirt on. He watched her walk away, unashamed. She knew what she was doing and he was going to enjoy every moment of it. When she'd slipped into the driver's seat, he pushed himself off of the vehicle and moved around to the passenger's side, slipping inside. He pulled his seatbelt on and then glanced over at the woman next to him. "Ready when you are, gorgeous."

Jenn smirked again, her hand tightening on his bicep. “I have plenty of that.” She was kind of impressed that she had suddenly changed his mind. “Well I’m glad that I could change your mind.” She tugged out her phone, seeing that Noah was gonna be staying at a friends place and stuffed it back in her pocket. “And no brother. Did you drive?”

That smirk was something else and he could tell it got her exactly what she wanted. Hearing that there would be no brother, he felt even more comfortable going to her place. He gestured across the parking lot where his car was parked. "I did. But seems like this car is in more danger than mine is if it stays in the parking lot. I can Uber back here to get my car." He offered. He grabbed his phone, texting Torrey to let her know of his own plans, before slipping it back into his pocket.

Her hand gripped gently at his shirt, her other hand coming up to grasp his bicep. It had been a minute since Jenn had had sex or even just kissed someone and god did it feel so good. And when his hand tangled in her hair and his lips were pressed to hers, she knew it was gonna be a good night. She nipped at his bottom lip, before pulling away and looking into his eyes again. “Your place or mine, handsome?”

His free hand moved to rest on her waist, gently keeping her in place. The kiss was something he could easily get lost in and it screamed a very fun night in his future. He licked his bottom lip as she pulled away, soothing the nip against his lip but also enjoying the taste of her that remained. "Do you have any protection at your place? Can't say I brought any with me. This wasn't in my plans tonight."

Jenn felt his hands touch her face and she immediately smirked, her hand going up to his chest and looking at his face for a moment before she caught his eyes for a moment. They were beautiful and she imagined they were pretty easy to get lost in. Before that could happen, she leaned up slightly, pressing her lips to his gently and giving him more than enough time to pull away.

The gentle press of her lips against his own was clearly her testing the waters. But he'd meant what he'd said. He was definitely interested. One hand slipped to the back of her head, tangling in those dark locks as he pressed his lips more firmly against her own. He was very aware of the fact that they were just standing in a parking lot at Jenn's place of work, but for the moment he didn't care.

Jenn pushed herself of the car and walked to stand in front of him. God, he was gorgeous. And the way he was looking at her alone made her wanna just rip her clothes off now. "Well, I would most certainly like to." There was a rush that came with flirting and she couldn't help but indulge it a bit, feeling her heart race a little. "If you want, that is." She took a step closer, entering his personal 'bubble'.

As she stepped into his bubble, his eyes scanned over her face. She was incredibly beautiful. He took a moment to think about what she was offering. Why the hell not? He lifted his hands to cup her cheeks, thumbs smoothing across her skin. "Yeah, I'm interested." He expressed, leaning down closer to her face.

She scrunched up her face slightly at the running shoes bit, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth to try and hide her smile. "Oh yes, absolutely." Jenn saw the green light from Quinn, who's text essentially said that he wasn't a murderer as far as she knows. "So uh...what you're saying is that you're a free bird for the rest of the night?"

His eyebrow quirked slightly as he continued working on the tire, coming to the end of the task. Pleased with his work, he rubbed his hands against his pants and then stood up from his knees. He leaned against her brother's car, crossing his arms over his chest and offering her an intrigued look. "Unless you're about to change that."

She listened and shrugged her shoulder gently. "That's fair. I mean, I didn't see her and I don't know how your taste in women is, but still fair." Her phone lit up with two yes's followed by a "SANTA I KNOW HIM" gif from Quinnie. As long as the blonde had nothing bad to say, she was gonna try and work her magic. "So I'm assuming since you're playing my knight in shining armor, I'm assuming she went home with a guy?"

Declan chuckled at her words. "That's a fair point." Just like he didn't know the type of the woman standing in front of him. Beyond the key of available and willing to just have fun and not take things too seriously. "Knight in shining running shoes. That's how all the fairy tales go right? She sure did though. And I haven't gotten an SOS yet. So that's always good." He mused, tapping his pocket where his phone was situated.

"Well, that problem I don't have. Neither Quinn or Carmen could ever be mistaken for a man." Although she had male friends, she was never alone with them really unless they were at her and Noah's apartment. "People tend to think you sleep with your friends?" She leaned against the car again, analyzing him. She pulled her phone out discretely, snapping a pic and quickly sending it to the "girls only" group chat to get their approval.

He shrugged at her words. "My best friend is am objectively gorgeous woman and we shared an apartment during the majority of our twenties. We've known each other our whole lives so we're comfortable with one another. People just don't get it honestly. And that's alright. They don't have to." He continued to work on the tire, making sure that everything was properly in place.

"They can, but apparently Puckerman's also attract people who think they can 'fix us'." Jenn had her fair share of that. People acted as if her hesitancy and straight up fear of a stable relationship was something that could be solved with sex. Because of course all deep rooted trauma could be cured with sex. "Oh no, judge away. I do frequently. The last time he brought someone home, they got jealous because they thought I was just his roommate."

He snorted slightly at the woman's words, shaking his head slightly. He understood jealousy. But to get jealous of someone's "roommate" when you were literally just a one night stand was absolutely ridiculous to him. "Well, now that's an interesting situation. Though I've been in a similar situation. People tend to not understand or accept when someone's best friend is the opposite gender."

Now that she stood there taking him in, she was rather surprised he wasn't either in the bar with someone or not on someone else's arm. And as he walked towards her, she decided it wouldn't be so bad. At least if he didn't take her away and murder her. That would have sucked.

He hummed when she mentioned that the car was her brother's. At least that made more sense. "One can be a commitment-phobe and still have trysts with people that are amicable though. Can they not?" Declan mused, figuring there had to be more to the way that her brother treated the women he saw if this was a not...uncommon occurrence. Unless there was just something off with this specific ex-fling of his. "In any case, not my place to judge. I'm just here to help you change a tire." He offered a slight grin and then got to work.

Jennifer groaned, pressing the back of her wrist to her forehead. "Yep. Just my twin brother being the whore of New York." She rested her head against the car, trying to breathe. Noah was known for leaving girls high and dry and full of rage. And apparently, her using his car was just not meant to be.

"You're in luck. I definitely know how to change a tire." He moved closer to the woman. He looked over the items that she had available, pleased when everything that he needed was in place. That would make the job easier and would ensure that he didn't let her down. After all, it wasn't like he had his car with him thanks to the consumption of alcohol.