* 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 ⋰ 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 .

❛ usted sabe que cara bonita se ve mejor cuando usted está siendo muy silencioso, zaddy. ❜ jordyn replied, her own frame relaxing before offering a climactic eye roll in zeke’s direction. ❛ tal vez si tienes suerte te enseñaré después de limpiar aquí. ❜ the pairs usual back and forth may have seemed anything but calming to outsiders, but the times isaac king was around were the times jordyn was entirely at peace and at her best… unless they were out recking havoc - even then, he was her best friend because he centered her. which is probably why she’d left her job back home and came to work for him. it didn’t surprise many when she’d left except for the clients at her tattoo parlor back in new work, where zeke went, jordyn usually wasn’t far behind. ❛ i’m sorry, did a walking, breathing, living demon just try to say something to me about sinning? i’m the motha’ fuckin’ princess, i don’t lie… unless it’s me telling you that i hate you, so you’re not wrong, but i’m always right and we’ve reached an impasse, king. ❜ the brunette wasted little in sliding the card right back, not just because he was right but there wasn’t ever a time she could ever really imagine charging him for a drink. that was their specialty, their thing. she stared him down, smirking to herself while her coffee-colored eyes glistened darkly in the dim light. “all you heard is that i’m gorgeous? you ain’t wrong, and i’m a sucker for flattery so i have a few suggestions on where you can put that tip. i’m thinking later would probably be best, since i’m working… or making it look like i’m working because my boss is a sucker for a pretty face soi might be able to get a little break in before i close up here. ❜ jordyn added, grinning domineeringly up at the blond as she took the seat beside him and took another swig from her own drink. ❛ okay, okay, yeah we get it i love you, you’re zaddy, but it’s always nice to hear you guess you love me and missed me putting you in check… cause if i don’t do it, it ain’t gonna get done so somebody has to. ❜ holding up her glass towards his, ❛ to the most beautifully gorgeous petty royals in the game, babe. ❜

@jboogie: @kingz 👀🤔 so you sayin i'm not adorable now??? the betrayal. i see you "best friend", but now you really gonna lose the drinking game and get me my mfin nuggets.

❛ castillo, rule number one… last call doesn’t always mean last call. plus i don’t think last call applies to me. perks of being the princess. ❜ jordyn hummed watching as almost the last of the people from the club staggered towards the exit. her coffee-colored sights lingered on the few still sitting around chatting up the dancers before looking at the clock on the wall with a sigh while she absent-mindedly saturated another glass and relinquished it to ares with ease. the femme almost missed his last comment, but eventually, her brain caught up and a leer painted itself on her red-tinted lips, ❛ you know, flattery gets you everywhere. especially with me. so just for that, you can finish your drink and go home… i’ll clean up and do inventory for the night. seems only fair after you played security tonight too. ❜

❛ ay dios mio, cállate. ❜ rows of bottles of liquor passed her vision in a blur as she tried to secure a casual smile on her features. if calling your boss something endearing along the lines of babe was bad, adding that said boss was her best friend only made matters worse. ❛ say babe one more time and i’ll water this down. and no, i didn’t miss you, missing you implies i like you. ❜ jordyn warned as she reached for the same bottle, pouring zeke a more generous glass than she’d poured herself. she was no stranger to calling the patrons of the strip club little pet names that burned her tongue as they slipped past her rose-colored lips, flirting helped bring in a cascade of tips. narrowing her copper-colored eyes at the blond across from her with a single perfectly shaped brown arched, jordyn’s grin eclipsed in almost a corrupt manner, ❛ $45 zaddy… and a nice tip for being a gorgeously gaudy asshole to your favorite princess… actually more like favorite person, but we’ll table that because i don’t know how much i like you right now. but since i’m in a good mood, i’ll let you put the tip where you want. ❜ mindlessly skimming his drink into arms reach, she took her own glass and moved to the barstool beside isaac and rested her chin on his shoulder, ❛ we’re gonna let this babe thing die out… this time. but call me babe again and i can make no promises that pretty face is gonna stay pretty. now tell me you love me and you missed me. ❜

@jboogie: @kingz i'm sorry, it's adorable you think i'm adorable? like that just seems soft? guess i gotta drink you under the table zaddy 😬🙄

it was only a half an hour before closing, the bar never really died down but to her surprise, jordyn found a sacred five minutes to herself. breathing a slow sigh of relief, the brunette turned behind her and grabbed a bottle off the extensive liquor shelves. almost mindlessly she poured a half glass of bowmore - a beautifully aged 52 year old scotch. jordyn geller could say a lot about her boss, but his taste in alcohol was absolutely impeccable. that was evident as she cautioned herself not to kill the entire glass because of how smooth it was. the sound of a bar stool pulling out brought the femme back to reality and mechanically turned her awareness to the person occupying the chair and beaming a smile over in their direction. “what can i get you, babe?” she asked, placing her hands on the bar top with an ever so slight tilt of her head.

@jboogie: @kingz wouldn't be v princess of me not to show off that i can out drink you 😊

@jboogie: @kingz but showing people how to handle their liquor i can do. come thru z a d d y 🥂

@jboogie: they simply do not have the brain capacity

@jboogie: @kingz don't you have.. two jobs? 👀😌 take ya ass to work.

@jboogie: 😬🤔 of course you miss me, i’m amazing. we don't double back in these parts. stfu.

a little pre-work drink never hurt anyone, right? right or wrong - that didn’t stop jordyn from stopping into the bar not far from her work for a little something to keep the edge off. her brown eyes scanned the room and to her surprise it was slow, which was perfect for her. jordyn geller wasn’t ever one in a rush to squeeze in and get chatted up by a bunch of people she could truthfully care less about. the friendly greeting snapped her attention back into place as she reached the bar and grabbed the first stool she could get her hands on. briefly the brunette pondered over if she was that happy or showed equal enthusiasm when she greeted people behind the bar at her own job... probably not. she’d work on that later, maybe. “hey, i hope i didn’t interrupt? i promise i won’t linger forever my shift starts in half an hour anyways, so i’ll just have a jack and coke, please?”