Jordan Spears

Axel placed the child down over the fence and watched it him walk away and then gave him the  middle finger and looked back at Jordan. “ I fucking hate kids.” He admitted with a snort. “ I mean.. babies are cute but as soon as they start walking nooo way.” he said with a wave of his hand. “ Anyway apart from that devil child… how is your day going? Need a coffee or anything? I have been going round checking on everyone to see if anyone needs anything.”

An exaggerated shot to the air like he was punching something off into space for the kid to see it’s middle finger annoyance, Jordan’s hands rested on his hips, still shaking his head at the thought of that child. “They’re a deceitful bunch that’s for sure. No say in what you’ll be face to face with.” The Omen, being a definite option. “Oh yeah? A coffee sounds great.” He looked back to Axel, the single gesture much more a take down to reality. Padding his pockets for his wallet, “Yeah no it’s good. Really.  Outside the one nuisance I can’t complain. Might be turned on to the idea of dog ownership myself...you? I’ve heard it’s been a long weekend?”  He dug out the cash he had on hand and passed over. 

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perhaps being shackled to the love guru hut wasn’t so bad after all . jordan seemed flustered , like he was about to explode ; the fair was meant to be a bit of romantic fun , tiptoeing around their dates for the evening and trying to win oversized stuffed toys at the tin-can alley . shaking his head , arms crossed over his chest , although jaden remained in front of the gate to keep snot-nosed kids from the animals . “ i’m alright . i don’t wanna go home stinkin’ of another dog ; buffy would think i’m cheating on her if she senses another pup on my body . it’s happened before and she didn’t cuddle me for a whole week . a whole week , dude . that’s not normal for her , “ he wondered whether there was anything he could do to help the other to chill out , but he assumed it was frowned upon to bring a joint around small children . “ – maybe you need a break , too . i haven’t seen her around otherwise i would’ve turned her right around to give you moral support , “ 

Jordan glanced over his dog pile that for the time being was smooth sailing, no Silver Lake Damiens to worry about as it was, not anymore. For now. “Buffy sounds uh, intense.” He brushed an arm across his forehead, “Can you bring other folk around?” A whole new thought consumed him then, genuinely curious then because this whole puppy gate got him realizing his puppy/dog-less household was more eye-opening than not. “Oh no, I’ll get it. It’s her turn. Trust me, kid threw his chocolate bar or cone whatever at her. I’m just the scary face I think. She deserves the break. I can handle it for now, I hope.” 

Orla glances up from her spot on the ground, knees bend and against the foam mat that had been placed down, her fingers crawling over the pot belly of one of the pups. Her attention raising at the no, no, no, no. She makes zero effort to move, not even a flinch. Instead her gaze flits towards the child he’s calling out towards, and the stranger thats stood in the way of the gate. “What’s wrong J, can’t wrangle a little kid?” 

The kid ran away. ‘Easy as that’ as it was, all Jordan had to do was raise his voice and play the aggressor. Though, he knew, he knew he’d be back. This was a part of his thrill. “That’s not just a kid.” He nodded in agreement of himself while watching the little asshole frolic away and the countdown to his return began, hands on his hips he eventually turned to Orla, “That is something else. That is a ticking time bomb.” 

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“They are all so cute,” Dante couldn’t help but smile looking at both puppies and Jordan’s face. Thank god for Jordan’s keen eye, her momentary lapse of attention had resulted in the now familiar to both of the chaperones’ boy coming back to try and get in to pet the dogs. Dante quickly blocked the way and turned around trying to very nicely for the kid to go away, using her best teacher-y voice. Visibly quite angry the kid shouted something that sounded too much to a swear word than Dante liked in her direction and walk off, not without throwing the half-eaten weirdly soft candy bar he was holding in his hand. Dante turned back to Jordan disgust in her face as she realized the chocolate had stained her top. “Well, mission accomplished, he’s gone. At least for now. But at what cost” the blonde couldn’t help a smile from creeping in her face already thinking how to remove the stain as quickly as possible, for the pups not to accidentally lick any chocolate and get a bad tummy.

Jordan quickly followed up, two peas in a pod in the attempt at the riddled child’s attempt at chaos. Jordan a little impressed with his vocabulary that was launched unabridged at Dante after she took action, his own nerves taking a beating and all consumed urge to return the kids sentiments more and more impossible to hide especially when and luckily so, he hit a target. So to speak and was gone. “ Our sanity?” taking in the splash on her shirt, not at all taking in the humor behind her smile, or logistics just revenge, “Your shirt. I hope you don’t have sentimental attachment to that shirt, Dante. Because Satan’s spawn I’m pretty sure just marked his territory.” 

“Hey, yo, look over there,” Bowie says, pointing off into the distance which inspired the little terror to turn in the direction he was indicating to. It didn’t do much but distract a moment, but a moment was all that was needed before a loud blonde woman came sweeping over near shrieking about the possibility of being kidnapped. He deduces that she’s either the boy’s mother or a terrible kidnapper herself, and decides either way, that wasn’t his business. 

( Puppies, on the other hand, were his main objective. ) 

“How does this work? Can I come in and pet one?” 

Or four, ideally, he would like to pet four. 

Grateful and mind-blown at the same time that that was all it took to rally the days Chucky doll after a good couples hours worth of Dante and him attempting sorcery. A whole weight lifted, though the urge to tramp over to the blonde and hand over a whole psychologists directory very much on his mind as he watched the duo squabble before looking back to the guy with the questions, “What? Yeah. Oh yeah. Free for all. Uh, that one,—” he pointed to the poodle in the corner, “That one’s a little skittish, so be careful there. She means well though. Uh, big guy there, the bull dog, he’s uh pretty goofy actually. Takes a bit to warm up but he’s a snuggle’r, uh, the pups in the corner, they’re from the same litter. Kind of vie for attention but seem kind of impossible to break apart. But yeah, by all means, get a feel.” 

Nell held up her hands, refusing to take any responsibility for a random child that she didn’t know. Stopping him could easily resulted in tears or a tantrum — neither of which she was equipped to deal with. “Hey, I’m just here to pet some puppies. No one said anything about having to wrangle a child.” Not that she would have known how to stop an unsupervised kid that was probably riding a fair food, sugar high even if she wanted to.

Once he’d gotten closer and the kid that stood directly behind the girl just minding her own business and Jordan, did a version of lunging to frighten which naturally only made the kid mock even more. He took his leave sure but, Jordan knew that wasn’t the last confrontation he was surely about to have with the troublemaker. “Hey, I understand. And I’m sorry, uh, for that there before and yeah well... I too was not expecting to look up an exorcist nearby. Life and it’s curveballs.  But you’re right, these pups need all the petting they can get. So. Yeah. Welcome.” 

It appears that no one else nearby was prepared to do anything in response to the yells from inside the play pen. Finley bolted to block the fence, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why can’t he come in? Is he a tail puller…an ear biter? Did he try to eat puppy poo? I’m gonna need details man so I can figure out the appropriate defense to mount here cause this kid has a stubborn glint in his eyes.”

Thankful she darted to the fence in turn blocking devil incarnate, that as suspected as the last time he’d attempted to barge right on in not an hour ago. It was an effort he frankly was getting tired of. “All of the above?” He shook his head in response, almost outlandishly so but it was high time the point was made. “He started off fine and dandy. Slowly when he thought no one was looking pulling the tails, something slick and easily considered a one-off, just another overzealous kid. I won’t get into the details too much  but he’s gotten down to trying to feed them chocolate. And yes security knows, and no there isn’t enough security to actually do much. So. Here we are.” 

Belinda quickly moved the child away and then turned to Jordan. “ Having fun?” She asked with a small chuckle. “ Any of them peed or pooped on you yet?” She asked as she stroked one that was standing on its hide legs. “I’m guessing looking after puppies AND kids is really hard.”

He’d glared at the child that no doubt would find his way back, armed and ready to taint. But there was only so much he could do now, and Belinda’s concern however helpful yet lackluster was really more of a mood buster that he needed, apparently. He was not going to let that one kid be his be all end all. “It’s not something I’d ever thought I could legitimately add to a resume’ should I need to. But after today, I think I will. I finally understand my babysitter growing up, Carrie. She has all my sympathies in the world. I won’t even get into the family dog. But he wasn’t the easiest either. I don’t think.” 

Axel saw the kid making a bid for the dog and picked the child up. Holding it out in front of him like it was something that smelt bad he looked at Jordan with a worried expression.” What do I do with it?” He asked holding the child out towards Jordan. “ Should I put him back over the fence?”

Caught up with his own defense of yelling and chasing, that when Axel actually lifted the kid he almost recoiled at the others bold move and himself being able at all getting this close to the beast. Jordan flicked a hand in the direction of the fence in a staunch direction, a hint of laughter on his face as he pointed because that little shit had been running free since the minute he was allowed on premise and it felt like a solid win. “Yes! Get rid of him! He knows what he’s done—” 

knowing he’d be shackled to the love guru hut the following sunday jaden had decided to enjoy the festivities when he had the chance . anything to help the lonely pups of silver lake would be of interest to the boy who adored canines wholeheartedly ; his own pit bull , buffy , had been one of the unfortunate creatures left behind only six months ago , which he’d rescued from a fate he didn’t want to think about . a bark in his direction startled the boy , half expecting it to be from a dog but instead the sound emanating from a human and mirroring speech . “ what – oh . “ shifting , he used his body as a blockade , but not without laughter , “ you’re lookin’ a bit flustered there . wasn’t dante meant to help you out ?? there’s no way you can clean up shit and battle the kids on your own , “ 

Jordan’s own instant frustration with the spawn of Satan relaxed when he got a tongue in response before running away with the support of Jaden’s blockage. Jordan inhaled deep, “Whew...” exhaling as he ran an agitated hand through his hair, “That kid, he’s....yeah. Dante’s taking a breather. Because of that kid—” he made sure that bit was loud enough the kid a couple stalls over now could hear. “Hopefully taking advantage of, uh, finding out her fortunes? An Elephant Ear or taking aggressions out on a Whack-A-Mole. Hell, the bar across the street. I’d support it.” He made hands at whatever was surrounding them, “We signed up for picking up shit you’re right, not little Damien shits. Disheartening, you know? Anyways. Thanks for...yeah, blocking. You uh, want to pet?” 

When: Saturday the 13th, Whenever

“Hey buddy, come here, yeeeah, good bo—” 

“Oh no! No, no, no. That kid can’t come near. Block the fence! Don’t let him in—” Jordan yelled out to the nearest person, standing from his puppy play pen position, “Where’s his parents?” Throwing his arms out in question when clearly the last time little Bundy was in sight nothing worked, “Never seen anything like that, he’s relentless.”  

“Kat Paws, yeah,” he nodded, the girl was hard to forget, especially with her neon green tubing hair. “Me? Oh —” that was a surprise question, having it passed back to him. To be honest or bite his tongue. But Jordan seemed to appreciate realness, even if he was The Man, as Dom liked to call him. Marlon could at least sense that much. “Nah, man. I don’t care for her, between the two of us. Those demos she played for us? I would prefer hearing nails on chalkboard looped.” But with the state of this country and its music — regretfully, he could see her blowing up.

“Noted.” He answered. Little did Marlon, or any of the guys know there was a potential collaboration in the works. Capitalize on the two very different sounds emerging. Though that was all skyrocketed ahead should Dom actually deliver. The business was always thinking five steps ahead, Jordan often times just the messenger or the one left to deal with the outbursts. “She’s...an acquired taste.”  He laughed, zero courage in his conviction with that one and he tossed the dice on the board, “Also between you and me, she’s already got a rider longer than anything JLo’s  accused of, and that’s one of the most tedious bits no one likes to talk about. Especially not from a new artist.” He fed him the tidbit easily, because it was actually something that irritated him more than anything,  “Why’re you so concerned with Kat Paws right now, huh? If not for her....her?”

•

“So, really, I’m just looking out for you,” Sophie gave a playful wink, slinging the bag in question more securely over her shoulder as they shoved their way through the crowd to the door. She tucked her hands into her leather jacket pockets, squinting at him as though to get a better look at the injury in question, “You know what? It does look like you deserved it, just a bit…might be the hair,” she grinned as she led them down the sidewalk towards her car. “As a dear friend,” she cast a sidelong glance at him, some amusement dancing across her face, “I think I can vouch for Harrison that yes, he would be proud. Very gallant. No one has to know the truth. My lips are sealed,” said as Sophie mimed a zipped lip, tossing the key into a nearby trashcan. 

“This is mine.” She knocked a boot against the tire of her car, unlocking it and opening the door for him before moving around the hood to the driver’s side. In all honesty, this wasn’t at all how she anticipated her evening going but at least Jordan seemed simpatico enough to not hold it against her. From what she could gather at least. “Pretty sure this one’s open for another hour too so you’re in luck. Relatively speaking, anyway.” She’d had to go with a friend a few months back after they’d hurt themselves sparring. “And, uh, for what it’s worth,” she said once he was in, pulling out of her parking spot and heading down the road, “I’m sorry for…uh…ruining your night. I owe you several drinks at least.” A few for the nose and at least a few for whatever lost plans he had that night. 

“The hair?” His hand made way to his head, a thankful distraction from capping the bridge of his nose. Though not really taking in the seriousness, tugging at his hair between fingers and pulling upwards.  “The hair? Okay. While I got it. I’ll take it.” He joked with her like she did him. A hand swiping at the air of the fake trashcan she tossed the fake key into like he picked it up himself. 

“Ahh. Don’t worry about it.” He may have had a purpose for the evening but it wasn’t like it wasn’t something that could be rescheduled or in his case, hell, a gladly delayed situation. Even if a broken nose was the alternative. “I mean it.” Once in the car it was much more of a focus to not drop blood anywhere, “Might sound crazy but it’s been one of the more exciting things to happen to me in the last couple weeks. I know how that sounds,” he laughed, cautious of how he held his head and how he touched his face now once they started moving, “What’d you say you were doing there? Doesn’t exactly seem like your type of venue.” As if he knew a lick about her, but he couldn’t recall getting into how they’d ended up clashing, aside from the fake Gucci attack, ultimately speaking. 

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One eyebrow arched up ever so slowly as Jordan turned to face her, Tierney fighting back a laugh as she tried to keep her expression serious, as he clearly so dearly wanted. “J, I’d let you have opinions if I wasn’t so used to you being wrong. At this point, I just feel like it’s easier to shut you down quickly so you can go back to being the pretty face,” she said, heaving a sigh and reaching to pat him playfully on the cheek, halfway through the action when Jordan picked her up - barstool and all - shoving her away from him. 

Tierney yelped, grasping at the seat underneath her as her eyes widened, looking at Jordan with shock for a moment as he returned to his stool, now a not-so-easily-conversed distance from her, before the brunette burst into laughter, her head thrown back as she absolutely lost it. 

After she had slowed her laughter into just giggles, Tierney hopped off the stool to drag it back to it’s original position next to Jordan, wiping one eye. “You know - I think that’s the first time you’ve ever done something funny,” she said. “And for an old guy? Pretty impressive. Hopefully you didn’t, like, throw out your back or something.” 

A tranquil calm came over him after that said elixir finally able to pass through his pipes with a great distance between the two. Ridded of his current burden. That being Tierney. Her screech of a laugh and something muffled, (he definitely heard and absolutely made a mock yappy yap with his hand) once he got his drink back. 

The gulp that could be heard across the bar in the brightly lit 4 pm hour, was out of a horror movie when she saddled—er slithered, her stool right back up next to him. Impressive as it was. Tierney never failing to amuse, she was right back at it. Jordan, using his current stance to move his own stool backwards. Then backwards some more. 

Reaching with a loooong reach for his drink to drag along the bar top much like she did her stool. “Ha-ha, you know, I think I’m very funny. And there’s been a lot of times you just haven’t been attune to those very moments. But uh, no my backs fine. Thank you for the concern. When—if, you make it to your thirties you’ll probably recognize just how tired, Tier,” he started, her name pronounced just the way he’d become accustomed to doing most times,  “that assumption actually is.” Like he said anything profound, he did take back that drink he’d been nursing for whatever reason. “It’s tired, Tierney. Think broader than geriatrics. What was the reason for me to push you away? What was the reasoning for me? Should you have stayed where you were placed? So really think on that.”