shots, shots, shots- everybody!

Oh shit... Oh no... This is bad. This is a really, really bad time for her to catch him being a dick. Fuck fuck fuuuuuuck. Ever since meeting Andi, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He’s talked about her a few times with Rhia, who has encouraged him to try things out with the beautiful woman. Unfortunately, Jonathan Thatcher is a major idiot and douchebag who may have just messed those chances up. “A-Andi!” he stammered, trying to figure out how to redeem himself. Yeah, he’s got nothing. “Listen, I... I was totally gonna go pick that up and properly dispose it. And I was absolutely going to go wash my hands!” Lies. Not even the gods can save him now. What a fucking tool.

Maybe he should have done this inside. But it’s too late now. After “hanging out” with a couple buddies of his, Jonny was wandering out of the apartment complex. Unfortunately, he forgot to take the condom off inside and fuck, it’s tight. Ouch, ouch, ouch! Heading off to the bushes, the coast seemed to be clear. Keeping his dick inside his pants, he took off the condom and threw it to the side. Very bad for the environment. The fucking asshole. Whistling, he turned around and was about to head off to his car when he stopped in his place. Oh shit- did this person just saw him? No no, play it cool. Don’t be suspicious! D-Don’t, don’t be suspicious! “Oh, hey there! Beautiful evening, yeah?”

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Did he hold any complaints over suddenly being hugged by a beautiful girl? Nope, absolutely not. The fact that that wasn’t a thing that happened more often was actually quite a tragedy. However, the girl seemed really freaked out. So while Jonny did have his dickhead moments, he was quick to feel protective over this girl. “I gotcha,” he whispered before grinning brightly. “There you are!” he exclaimed loudly, returning the hug. “I was starting to worry about you. Did you forget to check the time again? Silly goose, you.” Keeping his eye on the stranger that had been stalking her, he lowered his voice: “Okay, is there anyone I can call who can come get you? Dude is a major creep and I’m ready to fight him.”

“Wha- an ID?! Trust me, I know the guy who owns this place. And my drinks are typically always on the house.” Did he know the guy who owns the bar? Yes. However, it had been a guy he’d gone on a date with and then ended up ghosting the morning afterwards. Oops. OKAY, so Jonny’s a bit of an asshole. Sue him. Actually, please don’t. The guy is poor and needs money to raise his daughters. And to continue his bad habits. So please no suing. Sighing softly, he took out his wallet and showed off his ID. And his really bad photo. That had not been a good hair day for him, that’s for sure. “Fiiiine, you win. But no jokes about the hair. That was years ago and I have finally learned how to make my hair look good.”

Oh Persephone Mitchell. So sweet, so innocent, so fucking perfect to mess with. Of course, Jonathan tries to not be a major asshole with the younger girl. Her bright blue doe eyes practically breaks his heart and he’d hate himself if he were to make her cry. But unfortunately, he is him and he messes with everyone. Sooo... Unfortunately for Posey, that included her. No matter how much her adorable eyes have such an effect on him! No favourites! No mercy! Okay, a teensy bit of mercy for the blonde. Skipping into the girl’s flower shop (wait, is he cheating on Meredith and her shop? Oopsie.) with a bright grin, he waved maniacally at the girl once she spotted him. “Rosey-Posey! Oh, you little angel, how I’ve missed you. Wha- I am hurt. Why would I not support my second favourite blonde-the first being Rhia, obviously, but do not tell Aurora that you’re higher than her on the Favourite Blonde Scale-and her flower shop? I wanna buy some posies from the lovely Posey.”

Jonny: *starts to burst into loud laughter. he laughs for awhile before taking a deep breath* You adorable little dumbass, you. *continues his loud laughing*

Jonny: Oi, what's up? Please tell me that you're not already out of your stash. I'm running low and haven't been able to buy some more. And I do not trust Scotty's new pretty boy that's helping to run his gig, that's for sure. Have you /seen/ that curly hair? Spells out "trouble" to me.