MAMA THIS IS SURELY A DREAM

HELLO ALL!! the name is sierra and i’m twenty four years old. hailing from the pst timezone, you’ll find me around at such odd hours due to my work schedule at the hospital and overall fact that i’m just a hot mess extraordinaire. message me or like this or whatever you wanna and we can connect on discord! ❤ check below for a little intro on my girl jessica. 

Vodka energy had been the drink people drank in college, not that she’d actually gone to college due to how expensive it was, but she had been to many college parties when she was younger. At Jessica’s actions she let out a laugh, nodding. “Probably some of this too.” She twirled her hair around her finger, pouting ever so slightly. “To be honest, I am surprised that she can pour beer in the first place.” Emily chuckled. “One vodka energy please.” Doing her best to stay serious before letting out a laugh. “Just kidding. I’ll take a beer.”

                   "It’s actually kind of pathetic.” Jessica laughed when she snapped her fingers and pointed at Emiliana. She was spot on with that little look and the bartender made sure she knew it with the way she pointed it out, smirking along the way. “Oh, I wouldn’t say she could. They would. At this point though I’m about to shove my goods up too and see where that gets me.” It was a tease, of course, as Jessica was just frustrated at the end of it all. It didn’t weigh too much on her shoulders after she was allowed to rant about it. Twisting her trunk, Jess winked at the woman, unable to keep a poker face. “Oh you were so close to getting me...” Her laugh echoed again then followed up with actually filling the glass tumbler to the rim with very little foam. “Here. It’s on me for you lending the ear.”

“I don’t… do  this. You know I don’t do bullshit like this,” Sam said, shaking her head as she looked down at her glass, suddenly feeling the need to have more of the alcohol that had previously been in it. She knew it wouldn’t really do much but she felt like it might help her tonight. “I don’t do the bullshit that is relationships, and yet… God, I just… I just wanted him to talk to me, you know? That’s all there is. I just wanted a decent fucking conversation, to let me know what’s up. If he wanted me there, if he wanted space, just– That was all I asked, and it turned into this huge fight because apparently I’m ‘pushing’ him which led to him punching a hole in my wall and me seeing him with a sweetbutt on his lap a few hours later. So–” Sam murmured, with a shrug. “Fuck, I need shots.”

“oh you couldn’t have said something that didn’t crush my soul?” she teased, an amused look on her face. lena knew that the department was heavily dominated by men. men who didn’t seem to realize the world didn’t revolve around them. she was going to take a rather unladylike swig from her red bull. she was going to set it back down and leaned against the counter. she knew that she was going to need to get moving but she couldn’t bring herself to. her hands reached to tighten the ponytail her hair was tied up into,” i’d rather deal with the night dragging,” she said with a laugh,” i just love when doctors talk down to us because we are nurses when half the time they would be lost without us.” 

He wasn’t going to insist even if he wanted to knowing that she was just going to continously saying no. In another life, she wouldn’t have to worry about money and well, maybe things would’ve turned out to be happier for them. “Yeah, I’m always friendly.” He chuckled, knowing that was a full on lie. “Nah, people just y’know wanna insert themselves in my business so I just hear things. Don’t you worry, it’s not usually about you.” Though maybe he did wish he could talk about her more. “If I wanted to see you, I would’ve already seeked you out.” It was harsh but it also had some semi-truth to it. He really did miss her but seeing her also reminded him of what happened and what could’ve been. Truth be told, it just still hurt and brought up things that he didn’t want to think about. “‘M just shocked you haven’t tried to find me. I know you got a soft spot for me.” Maybe it was the fact that he was still a little drunk but he didn’t care how honest he was being. 

                   It was a little easier to remain civil to Christian than she had anticipated. She imagined seeing him again, much more than just a look across the parking lot, and it never went like this. Then again, Jessica had time to learn to keep her emotions in check. She was at work and she could still smell the liquor on his breath. Perhaps that was a blessing in disguise, but alas. It was going just fine. Jessica actually laughed a bit when he claimed something she knew otherwise, her head shaking in amusement. “Yeah, okay, Christian. Okay.” It was clear she didn’t believe that, but not that it really mattered, because within mere seconds he implied something a little not so friendly and Jessica stiffened her shoulders just slightly upon feigning the hit. “Ditto.” She jabbed back under her breath, it all she had left. He was really on something if he actually thought he bought that. Slipping her hand down his torso to finish up the stitch, officially closing the laceration, a scripted letter J caught her eye. The ink was old, but recognizable, and almost instinctively Jessica moved her fingertips from his side to the area on his chest where her name was printed, stalling momentarily while distracted. “I don’t, Christian.” She murmured. It was a little lie, but her brow ticked upward. Her poker face didn’t show it.  “You’re almost done.” She just needed to grab some more cleanser to wipe free the crusted blood, and he’d be free.

She had bartended for a while when she was younger, to earn some extra cash to help out with the bills. Tips were good, but it wasn’t a job that everyone was cut out for. “I don’t think it’s harsh at all. Question is how she got the damned job in the first place if she can’t even make a simple mojito. What was her speciality? Vodka energy?” 

                   "Vodka energy...” Jessica repeated with the laugh laced within her words, almost as though she was making fun of the bartender with the way she implied it. She totally was and she wasn’t ashamed to say it out loud. “It was a probably a whole lotta this,” Her hands slipped up her torso and gently bounced her breasts to make a show of it. “and a whole lot of this.” her lashes also flurried like she was some blonde bombshell or something. “I mean, I could flash my tits too, but you’d think they could make sure she can do more than pour beer.” Jessica’s eyes rolled, then she moved forward. “You want anything?” 

“I’m just here enjoying the view.” Javier said as he tapped away his ashes into a make-shift ashtray, the beer glass of a long since gone patron. He kept his eyes trained down as he did so, only pulling his eyes back up towards her. He wasn’t much of a drinker anymore and besides, what kind of hypocrite would he be if he handed over his well earned cash to a facility he knew to be owned by the Wolves? No, he’d sit in there and flirt with their bartenders though, that was his right.

                   "Mm, alright, that’s fair.” Jessica murmured when she neared closer to the bar top, leaning against it with the lower part of her belly, only to lean down and cross two arms over the other. It gave her a break from slinging sticky drinks left and right so she wasn’t that disappointed in him turning her down. But, it intrigued her a bit considering they were in a bar, of all places. “So, what’s your thing?” His story, or whatever. Jessica bumped her head to the side with her brow ticked. “You a people watcher or just sitting there looking all suave?” 

“I’m almost tempted to cause some trouble for you, that sounds fun to see.” Kaia was a huge flirt and by now that was known. “You know what make me your favorite, I’m used to straight whiskey and I’m feeling adventurous.” 

                   "Don’t you dare. I can’t get all riled up in here. It’s too constricted.” Jessica smirked upon the blonde’s suggestion, and almost immediately, she was grabbing the gin to mix together the perfect concoction for a negroni, moving quick and skillful like she was crafted to make a perfect drink. When, in fact, it was more meant for a patient’s room. “Coming right up.”

Of course he still cared about her, he always would which was why he didn’t hesitate to offer her money. “I didn’t see you needed it. I was just offerin’.” He did his best to not shrug instinctively just in case he fucked the stitches up. He was used to getting them, not that he really liked getting them to begin with but talking was a good distraction from the pain. “We’re all supposed to be friendly, ain’t we?” He frequented pretty much everywhere, getting bored if he stayed at one spot for too long. “I hear everything, darlin’. ‘M surprise we haven’t really run into each other there. I know you’ve just been dying to see me.” 

                   It was a decent offer. Of course, Jessica was far too proud to take the aide the was offering, but it was still decent of him. Despite the fact that there was clear animosity lingering between the two, Christian had always been just that. Decent. Good to her. Her lips pursed together and hummed out in response, her head shaking again. “Thanks.” She murmured, low, before declining. “I’m okay.” Jessica took that moment of a break to focus back on making the stitches pristine and clean. Christian had always been able to take pain in strides, so it didn’t shock her that he wasn’t flinching with every move she made. It made the process a bit easier and quicker for her, placing a gloved hand down on his bare side to tie off one stitch. “Oh, yeah, friendly. I’ve seen you all be friendly alright.” Jessica licked her lips and laughed some. The truce was holding up but it was clear that there would always be something brewing beneath the surface, whether that be real issues or just plain distain for opposing sides. He actually made her laugh with that one, though, which prompted Jessica to shake her head and tug on a stitch. “What are you, the gossip queen?” Her head cocked to the side. “Are you sure you aren’t dying to see me? You’re real stuck on this.” 

safiye couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. “ you’re not wrong. ” she replied, shrugging in agreement. “ if she finds that harsh, i don’t think she’ll last long, maybe one month tops. poor girl. ”   she had been watching from afar, and it appeared that the bartender was definitely struggling.  

location: charming general

with: jessica eden

@jessedvn​

lena was doing her best to not let her obvious frustration show. mostly because she was tired of idiot doctors who seemed to think that the world revolved around them. one thing that she had realized shortly after she had started at the hospital was that she would have to deal with a lot of insanity. she was shaking her head as she approached the nurse’s station,” i swear to god,” she paused, leaning over the counter,” if the new doctor calls me little lady one more time i might lose my mind.” she shot jessica a slight smile before she was reaching for the can of red bull that she had made sure to grab on her way in,” how’s your night going? i hope better than mine.” 

“I’ve heard worse in the ER,” Jack commented as she brought her own drink to her lips finishing off the class before placing it down on the counter for the bartender to replace when she stopped struggling. “As long as a drink ends up back in front of me. I don’t care.”

“Just be careful with the tats, alright?” The last thing he needed was a fucked up scar ruining one of his tattoos. “Not my cut, just kept givin’ me dirty looks,” And that was enough to set him off. “Since when do you have a problem with dirty money?” That was how he pretty much how he paid for everything but he didn’t realize that she had a problem with that. “Do you need money?” He asked softly, his heart going out to her. Even after everything, he still cared about her and even thought of her struggling made him want to punch the air. “Y’know runnin’ into me, I guess. It was bound to happen sooner or later with you bartending.” Since she got back, his tried his best to avoid her, even at Rendezvous. The irony was that she was now stitching him up in the hospital. 

                   "Chill, Chris, I know what I’m doing.” Jessica said such was certainty, knowing that she hadn’t gotten to where she was without her smarts and her working her ass off. Realistically, Christian knew that, too, and she wasn’t so sure why she felt this intense need to defend her capability. He was just being an ass, but much like a blast from the past, he drove her up the wall. He talked some more while Jessica wadded up the bloody gauze that scrubbed the dried blood on his torso, only to pull all of the thread from the suture kit like she was signaling she was ready to go. Did she have a problem with it? No, not entirely. She wasn’t that righteous and knew exactly where she came from. Hell, her own brother was involved with the Wolves. Did she need it? Most definitely, but Jessica bit down on her lip and instead pressed her two gloved fingers against the start of the wound to attempt to bring the patchwork together. “I’m fine. I don’t need your money.” She murmured, remaining quiet and focused, but more so to avoid the pestering of her obvious lie. She didn’t need his money, the source of the income being the point she was against entirely. Jess started on the first stitch and finished pretty quickly, only allowing herself to glance up at him once or twice to see if he flinched. Believe it or not... she was actually trying to be gentle. “I’ve made it this far, haven’t I?” That sounded more harsh than she anticipated, causing her nose to wrinkle. “I didn’t think you’d be hanging around a Wolf’s hotspot.” She ticked her brow. “How’d you hear I was working there, anyway?” 

“Not harsh at all.” Javier wasn’t a frequent at Rendezvous, in fact, he was only there for what was supposed to be a casual meeting with a work colleague but when said colleague had to bail, he decided he might as well linger a little while longer. He’d found himself in the company of Jessica for a short while now, mainly him refusing a drink when offered and continuing to smoke despite sensing it was almost certainly not permitted. He didn’t consider himself the sociable type but so far, he hadn’t found it a bother. “You’d think everyone round here would know a real mean word when they heard it.”

“I ain’t no joke.” Christian hated when people talked to him like that, giving him any mention that he was a lowlife. “I’m just the same as everyone else around here,” Charming was a special town full of criminals, he felt like he fit right in. He lifted his shirt over his head slowly just because she told him to make it quick. He’d now take his sweet time. It would take a lot more than a stab wound for him to bleed out or pass out anyways. Christian let out a chuckle when she asked what had happened. He figured she already knew why he was here considering the amount of times he had gotten into a fight. “Got into a fight. Some assholes were talkin’ a lotta shit. I had to teach ‘em a lesson. ‘M surprised you’re not bartending tonight.” He knew her whereabouts. Charming was a small town, people talked, especially to tell him about his numerous exes. “I still don’t get why a nurse has to bartend, almost makes me feel like you wanna to run into some people on purpose.” 

                    Jessica didn’t have much of a leg to stand on other than the fact that she was completely frustrated in his presents. For obvious reasons she avoided, that was. No, it wasn’t a joke, but that’s all she could really muster up with now when she was kind of put on the spot. The way he took his time didn’t go unnoticed or unbothered, resulting in Jessica blowing the extra hair that fallen back again from her eyes in a huff. Jessica wasn’t surprised though; Christian always had a knack for pushing her buttons. The catch was that they used to be the good kind. “Yeah, okay.” She murmured in response, not giving much else when she decided to hyper focus on getting the needle sterilized and the gauze she would need to clean up the mess ready to go. It was easier to narrow in on that, rather than the obvious intense gaze that she knew she would earn from Christian. When he finally took off that damn shirt, Jessica waisted little time in hoisting his arm up to begin cleaning up the outskirts. “Lemme guess. They made fun of your cut?” She mused, head cocking to the side. His later statement caused her brow to tick, though, unaware that he even bothered to pay attention as to where she ended up. “Not everyone has dirty money to pay the bills, Christian. I’m still new here.” She gestured around her. She failed to mention she had plenty of built up rehab bills that have long since gone to collection, student loans, dealers she still probably owed.... but he also probably knew that, too. "What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kaia knew it wasn’t exactly normal for one of the Devil’s to be at Rendezvous but she was an exception. As much as she loved her Devil’s there was a striking lack of women there and she needed a break from that sometimes. This was the best place to do that aside from Mayhem and well she was only looking for a drink. “Oh trust me that was nothing. I think you could really pull out the claws if you wanted.” 

                    "Look at you. One glance and you already know me so well. You deserve a stiffy for that one.” Jess winked toward the blonde before grabbing a tumblr and spinning it around in her hand, giving her an opening to request whatever the hell she wanted.