jason luca

Dilan couldn’t help but roll her eyes at a male who’d taken it upon himself to sit across from her and begin to chat her up whilst she was attempting to unwind and relax. With no qualms about telling him where to shove his various pick up lines, she finally got too fed up to even put in the effort. As she rose and walked across the bar, she found a seat at the bar. Peering at the patron to the left, she pointed to the vacant seat. “Is anyone sitting here?” At least she was polite enough to ask, even though she’d already begun sliding into aforementioned bar stool before they even replied. 

“Apparently not...” Jason responded as she slid into the seat next to him. Even if someone had been, they weren’t now. “Dilan.” He greeted, keeping eyes fixated on his drink before finishing it off and turning in her direction. A fellow lawyer with a fight - they shared none of the same passions and he was sure she knew that by now. “That miserable you’ve come to talk to me?”

Salem couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows at the man who was speaking to her. “Firecracker? Really?” Salem asked shaking her head in annoyance. Who did this guy think he was? “I just assume that everyone flocks to me. Men or women alike. How ever, the men I usually ignore.” Salem stated and then turned away from him, hoping that he would get the hint to leave her alone.

“Well, maybe you should... not fucking do that and you wouldn’t be bothered.” He responded, making it a point to sit a few seats away. Speaking to the bartender, he ordered his drink and followed up with a comment. “And put her next one on my tab. She seems like she’s had a bad day.”

✂ How does your character usually style their hair?

Jason always has some sort of product in his hair. Usually a pomade or gel. He never goes without. He panics if his hair is messed up because otherwise, it’s just a wavy, thick disaster.

✗ What (if any) scars does your character have?

He doesn’t have any.

♠ What (if any) tattoos does your character have?

He also doesn’t have any.

Ұ How tall is your character compared to their peers?

Luke: I always tell the truth, hence the jail time

Luke: It's only straight if I tilt my head to the side just a bit.

Luke: I'd get my money back if I were you, whoever you had do it, didn't do it well

Jason: Aw, you think I've gotten work done on my face? That's nice of you.

Luke: No one said I don't mind a girl every now and then

Luke: Hell, after prison, even you look good

Luke: worried I might actually straighten it out?

Jason: For some reason, I just don't believe you.

“Honey,” she cooed, just as sardonic, “I missed you so much.” Kat poured the glasses, making sure the liquid teetered dangerously full, before tipping her chin up to meet Jason’s gaze. “I thought you’d call first, though.” His touch made her spine slouch slightly, softening– her words defied the action and she passed him his glass.“What makes you think that I was going to come back that easily?” She took a sip, cocking a brow. Work had been hard to come by over the past few months, but this was their dynamic; she always pushed buttons. “I was gonna wear something tight and bright and demand a raise.”

“I don’t even know what a phone is. Besides, this is my apartment. I didn’t think to call. I also didn’t exactly think you’d be busy when I got here.” In his other hand, he grasped the glass of wine and took a sip. “You still want to do that Monday? I’ll have you set up a meeting for us. Just make sure it’s not too tight. Wouldn’t want to struggle getting it off.” Jason smiled and shook his head, releasing any grip he had, taking a seat on the kitchen counter. “The place still looks the same. What did you do?” He asked curiously, narrowing eyes. He didn’t trust nothing went untouched.

Katrina opened the door, fully expecting her pizza order– and not the true owner of the apartment. The brunette’s dark hair tumbled in tangled waves and the clothing that she was wearing was definitely stolen from Jason’s closet– she gripped the neck of the wine bottle as he struggled to make an entrance. “You’re back?” For someone who had been house sitting, her tone was awfully indignant. Kat looked at the sheets, pulling her brows in. “Hang on,” she said, taking the package and the bottle with her towards the kitchen, already fussing for two glasses. “What’s this?”

“I haven’t been home in a few years besides the occasional spending time with my family but life has brought me back here for good. “ He paused looking back at the arguing parties. “If that keeps going I may have to step in.” He shook his head in disbelief that they hadn’t ended things already. “I’m Jason by the way.”

“Alright, superhero...” Not that he doubted his abilities but if there was ever a quarrel, Jason wouldn’t be the first to jump in. He looked over at the mention of the name. “Also Jason, ironically.”

@jasonluca

“I told you the drinks were on me, so don’t stop now.” Pushing another shot towards Jason, Luke rose an eyebrow, “Don’t tell me you’re worried about a hangover. Everyone has hangovers on Tuesdays. Plus, we’re celebrating. Are you still a virgin or did you manage to rectify that within the year?”

He winced at the shot placed before him. He couldn’t even say he was worried about a hangover. Not everyone had hangovers on Tuesdays but he did. And apparently so did Luke. “I keep telling you I haven’t been a virgin for a long while now and you just don’t believe me.” He hesitated to place fingers around the small glass but then quickly took the shot. “Can you even afford these? If we’re celebrating, at least let me pay. I’m the one that got you into this mess.”

Salem had been having a pretty horrible day, worse than usual and all the detective wanted to do was to have a few drinks in the bar and then go home to her house. She was honestly not expecting to see anyone she knew or talk to anyone. This was because Salem was doing a pretty good job about ignoring the people around her and yet, there was still someone who decided to sit beside her. Rolling her eyes Salem placed her drink down at the table and lowered her eyes at them. “If you’re going to hit on me, you better make it a good one liner because I’m really not in the mood right now.”

“Chill, firecracker.” Jason slowly looked over to her. “I wasn’t even going to talk to you. Let a dude enjoy his drink in silence.” He spoke to the bartender to order before turning to her. “Do you just assume all men are assholes or do you think you’re that pretty that men just flock to you?”

Luke: must be a pretty sorry one

Luke: did you make a profile for your right hand so you'd have one match??

Luke: I'm gonna knock your ass out

Jason: Are you jealous?

Jason: My odds are doubled with the girls involved.

“You realize every minute you spend at that place is another minute that someone could find out that you working there at all is total bullshit, right?” It was the number one reason why Ronnie hated Jason working for his father, among a plethora of other reasons. “Can’t you just go back to being a bartender? Or you can just stay with me and I’ll help you. You know I will and you know I don’t care, either.”

“Made it this far, didn’t I?” He asked, furrowing brows in annoyance. “A bartender working minimum wage, doing actual work when I make six figures right now for doing nothing? Yeah... Not a chance.” Jason sighed. “I am not staying with you. I like my apartment. And the people that come to my apartment. And the drugs in my apartment. And being alone. It’s bad enough I see Zach shirtless on Instagram. I don’t need it in real life too.”

Luke: That's what all virgins say

Luke: I heard Tinder is where your sex life goes to die

Jason: My sex life is pretty alive thanks to Tinder.

Directing his gaze, Caleb glanced over at the couple and chuckled a little, looking back at him, just shaking his head. “Judging her the looks of her, there’s a high chance of that, so I rather not. No comment. Uh, how long do you suppose they’ve been going at it?” It was hard not to watch, but he didn’t want to stare too long.

“Eh, ‘bout fifteen minutes now. The most amusing part is the workers not really knowing what to do. I kind of just chose to grab a seat and be entertained.” He took a sip of his iced coffee, nodding in amusement. “There’s another coffee shop down the block. You might be able to avoid all of... that.”

“It’s weird, because if the lights suddenly do the thing where they flicker and then brighten at random, that’s enough for me to feel uncomfortable.  My cue to go, in a way.”  Adriana choked back a laugh, reaching down to smooth out the hem of her t-shirt.  “I have to disagree with you, unfortunately.  Kourtney has it pretty damn together, for a single mother of three.” She wasn’t really all that offended by his choice of Kardashian, and would refrain from pointing out the problematic things Kendall had done in the last year.  It wasn’t really worth arguing about.  Instead, she found herself amused at the way the stranger spoke so dismissively about romance novels.  “Fair enough, so I’ll cross that off the list of things to get you. I just finished this book about Rosemary Kennedy that was pretty interesting, actually.” She wasn’t focused on the bickering pair anymore, oddly enough.   “So, are you more of a rum and coke kinda guy, or strictly beer?”

He stared as she spoke, nodding his head a few times and ultimately decided he had nothing to really respond with. “Whiskey, actually. But rum and coke isn’t bad. I kind of hate beer but I’ll drink it if the occasion calls for it.” He shrugged a shoulder and decided it was probably safe to relax in his seat. “Sorry, small talk evades me. I just... can’t do it.”