jacks.

‘‘i know, i know. i just--’‘ the interaction the two first shared earlier is stuck in his mind because he can’t seem to let the past go between them. there’s a sigh that escapes his lips, and his eyes meet mariana’s gaze once more. ‘‘i know.. lo siento, mari. just tell me what you need from me.’‘

EYES ARE constantly on the familiar figure in the crowd, watching as she’s talking it up with someone. It isn’t until hearing his name again, he snaps out of his little daze. ‘’Hm? Whatchu say, Mari?’’

‘‘No worries, I got myself a lil’ kit in the car in case if shit goes down. Med tools, beer, all that fun shit y’know?’‘ Jackson says with a chuckle, arm wrapping around her shoulder lazily and pulling her into his side. ‘‘Y’must love fixin’ me up though, hm? Keep you in business an’ all that.’‘

eyes roll, wetting his lips as he looks away from her-- taking a sip of his beer. ‘’i’m sure you were andrea.’’ it’s something to piss her off, maybe get her riled up a bit because if it’s one things he loves.. it’s testing his luck with her. jackson’s eerily cold smile grows some, shrugging. ‘’ah, y’know like you i was invited here, you honestly didn’t think that me being here is about you.. did ya? ‘’with a chuckle, he sets the empty bottle down-- dead eyes shooting over to meet her gaze. ‘’though, it’s fun messin’ with you. passes the time by.’’

He’s probably done a shitty job with cleaning himself up from the fight with the FBI Agent, but hey.. he got himself a costume. Way to get in the spirit tonight, right? Jackson sees her in the distance, eyes roaming up and down her frame so to make some conversation.. or to be generous? He grabs two beers, strolls right up to her and hands her one. ‘’ ‘ere. Y’look good.’’

‘‘DOMINIQUE.. SO lovely to see you.’‘ Sure he was a little bit bloody, and the fact that he brought the agent who he had.. ‘‘borrowed’‘ his outfit from. ‘‘LISTEN, I need a place to stash the body. Was wondering if you’d help out an’ old friend. We can even carpool to the party together. What do you say about that?’’

‘‘-- it comes with the job, y’know? lookin’ all messy like this.’‘ jackson mumbles, though he’s probably certain she didn’t hear him with the frozen peas against his face. jackson lowers the bag and gives her a thumbs up, making a face. ‘‘ it was just.. ah, probably isn’t bess to tell it. just know the other guy looks a lil’ worst than i do, okay?’‘

‘‘-- i could go without the getting my ass whipped reminder, c’mon.’‘ jackson says without meeting her gaze, shaking his head. he takes the towel and keeps wiping the blood, grumbling some swear words out in spanish. ‘‘-- fine. fine, we can head over to your place.. ‘m never afraid of the north side.’‘ jackson chuckles and stands from his spot on the floor, holding his chest. 

the contact almost makes him want to act on instinct-- flip blake over, but somehow he refrains. jackson remains still for a moment or two, shaking his head. ‘’no, no. i’m-- i’m good. swear, i didn’t feel anything broken..’’ even if he did have any broken bones, he wouldn’t say. ‘’thank you for this, though. i-- um.. mean it.’’

‘‘--DAMN thanks for the.. uh-- frozen peas. I was good though, I swear.’‘

‘‘wouldn’t be such a bad thing would it?’‘ once she kneels down, he keeps his head lowered and the towel pressed to his face till she moves it away. jackson doesn’t say anything at first, shaking his head. ‘‘i dunno, honnestly. don’t remember much of anything that happened.’‘ he murmurs, immediately moving his head into his elbow so he  can cough-- grimacing slightly. ‘‘fuck-- can we just.. get those drinks now?’‘

a weak laugh escapes him, nodding as he keeps the towel pressed tightly to his face. jackson gives blake a tiny hint of what seemed to be a blood-smeared smirk. ‘’yeah? we can definitely arrange that shit.’’ he murmurs, starting to move the towel around to get the blood off. ‘’thanks for bein’ ‘ere blake, i really appreciate it.’’

it was something always testing her, even when the two had their brief thing before he left.  just one of the things he.. enjoyed, which probably seemed wrong of him. but who cared, right? her words only make him smirk knowingly, an eyebrow raising because he gets the reaction he wants out of her. ‘’you’re gonna get real sick and tired of seein’ my face. gonna be the thorn in your side you can’t seem to get rid of.’’ jackson mumbles, and once his beer is slid over his way his eyes doesn’t leave hers at all while he sips his drink. ‘’-- such a way with words. ‘s like music to my ears.’’

lips quirk up at the familiar sound of her voice, so with the towel pressed to his face to try to stop the bleeding jackson looks up and makes an innocent face to try to throw her off. he’d explain it another time, but for now he just wanted to get cleaned up and get some booze in his system to help with the pain. ‘’three.. is a deal, ‘nita. maybe i’ll do four cuz ‘m just generous.’’

‘‘--please.. i’ll find-- find somewhere else then.’‘ he manages to grunt the words out, though it probably sounds all muffled with the towel against his face. when he gets some of the blood off, jackson tosses the towel to the side and looks up. ‘‘i appreciate this.. uh-- um..’‘ trailing off awkwardly, his eyes lower for a moment. ‘‘thank you.’‘

head is lowered while his one hand is still pressed tightly against his face, trying to wipe the blood with the towel in his grip. jackson lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head with a wince. ‘’y’fuckin’ funny. i-- i like.. humor.’’ best to find it in situations like these, right? with another laugh escaping the male, he pulls the towel away from his face and his lips purse tightly. ‘’mhm. ‘m gonna kill whoever it is when.. when i found it who did it..’’