JASIEL

“Oh you guess?” He asked, hand finding a way to hover over his heart as if he was hurt by the implication that she didn’t already know. A smirk was evident on features, enjoying the way this back and forth played out for the moment. “I don’t know, you seem like a umbrella in my drinks type.” He teased, motioning at the bartender before ordering two beers, and two chilled shots of tequila, lime and salt. “You want to take these the out the glass, or….?”

Jasiel looks at her for a moment and laughs as she seems to go through the entire spectrum of emotion in a single two minute session. He is half tempted to say that the whole thing was a joke as she asks that last question, rubbing a hand over the back of his head before he shrugged for a moment. “Don’t worry about it.” Laughing still, deciding upon his next move before speaking again. “That is answer enough, I was just kidding.” Hands held up like he was innocent of everything.

There might be a part of him that still thought about the kids at the party, or simply a part of him that thought he wanted something nice, something sweet, and something he probably sure as hell didn’t deserve. That explains why he’d sought her out again, this time with an actual intention behind it, wearing that grin a little too proudly. “I said.” Repeated as he rocked on his feet. “Have dinner with me on Friday.” Was he requesting, asking, demanding? It was hard to tell. @graciagallardc

Jasiel wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, considering it seemed consistent between the two of them. It was meant to be a simple hook up, no strings attached, no sleepovers. However, here he was standing shirtless in the kitchen, making coffee the way he knows she likes it. The question was, if that was so damn irritating, then why was he smiling why he did it? Grinning, in fact, as his head shook. “You know, im surprised your ass ain’t diabetic yet, this many sugars can kill a man.” @sloanecampbcll

Jasiel easily found his way back to the bar with his previous dance partner, an arm winding its way around Sloane’s waist in an attempt not to lose her quite yet. It was probably the beginning of bad intentions, but he didn’t much care. A deviants grin wearing on his features as he asked. “Have another drink with me before your ass runs off.” And yes, it was full of just the right amount of temptation. @sloanecampbcll

She was easy to spot, and even easier to tease, which is exactly what he intended to do as he approached Gracia. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?” The words hadnt even left his mouth before he was wearing that undeniably charming grin, one that attempted to keep any bad responses at bay. “Glad to see you out, though.” Tacked on at the end. @graciagallardc

He didn’t know, nor give a shit, about when it was PlayStation two came out. She seemed, however, mighty invested in it, which made him have to fight back a grin. Thankfully, it was the perfect excuse to lift a glass to his lips, taking along sip, as if it was needed for this conversation. “I mean, they do say kids say the wildest shit, no filter.” Maybe that’s why people were always calling him childish. Either way, he chuckled. “This the part where I’m allowed to ask how old you are or nah?”

She was drunk as hell and he had not a single idea what in the fuck it was that this white woman wanted from him. That much showed on his features as he squinted a little, looking at her, before a laugh was there. “Dunno what you want, but maybe some water would help you see straight, white girl wasted.” Offered, hand held out to attempt to steady her, the drunk sways were real, and he had been there, done that.

It was easy to understand the sentiment behind all of this, considering he felt it. Firefighters were a different breed of emergency personnel, but that didn’t mean the urge to help people, to save them, wasn’t there. “I know, almost makes me feel like I picked the wrong profession.” Jasiel spoke that truth, but he didn’t know if he’d meant it entirely. It was a different version of having more blood on your hands, one that was far more honorable. “But even if I understand it, doesn’t mean I’m not going to be the one to remind you to take care of yourself, too.”

“I did have to, it’s actually a contractual obligation.” He was talking out of his ass at the moment, but at least he sounded good when he was doing it. It didn’t hurt that he was also wearing that grin that made him look far more charming than he’d ever had the rights to be. The box was passed over to her, before allowing broad shoulders to shrug, once again pretending this small act of kindness was nothing. “I asked for an assortment, so you and I are about to find out together.” El said, while playing off the fact that he could hear her stomach growl. To be honest, his was probably about to join her.

“Well now that you mention it..” An exaggerated pause at the end of that statement as if he really hadn’t thought beyond making sure she was able to get some fresh air. “I do have an elaborate kink, do me a favor and just touch that tree over there?” He nodded to the one next to the sidewalk they’d begun to stroll on, face entirely serious. It was a feat, really, keeping himself from cracking the fuck up while he waited to see if Alaska was willing to humor him or not.

Jasiel stood behind Nicola and allowed for her to issue the statement that she wanted, before he would tip an imaginary hat at the small group of women. “Remember the code is two five seven nine, or else you’ll have to see more of this face.” A vague, sweeping motion made toward his own. “No one wants that ladies.” A laugh offered to them all before attention walked back to Nicola. “Thank you, but it’s really all a part of the job. I was wondering if maybe you wanted some extra security though?” Head tilted back toward the club. “When I’m not doing this, you know, if it’s make them, or you, feel better.”

“Imane, Imane, Imane. That’s my girl.” There was a slightly more deviant edge to the smile that he wore when he said it, maybe a silent nod to a possessiveness that was not actually there. However, he easily pushed off where he was to allow himself to brush past her, into the room. Dark eyes traveled around the room, before turning back to her with that same grin. “You know, I can’t believe I haven’t been invited to spend more time here, this is nice.” A motion to her bed. “That shit as comfortable as it looks?” As if this were simply innocent conversation, of course. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. Only time would tell, really.

“Jackie’s always going to be Jackie.” He agreed with the statement because even if he hadn’t been around Jasiel had learned exactly what type her mother was. Shit like that didn’t change to easily, no matter how badly either one of them might have wanted it to. However, he’d learned a long time ago that the woman in front of him said a lot without uttering a word, and that grimace wasn’t lost on him. “I wouldn’t.” A bold statement, head tilting to catch her eyes so that she knew that he’d meant it, and that maybe there was a part buried underneath, one that would always find a way to miss what could have been. “Anyway.” He changed the subject for the sake of keeping it from getting awkward, weight shifting. “You cooking for one or two these days?” A nod toward the pasta he’d just retrieved, unashamed of the blatant question he was really asking as he leaned forward, elbows on the front of his cart as he looked at her.