#*jakef2f

Nighttime, October 4th, feat. @gyllenroyal

Emmy was pretty much banging the door down. Small fists hardly even making a sound on the heavy wooden door (or so it seemed), but she didn’t care. She would beat that piece of wood until Jake opened up. That’s what he got for banging some random chick so loud, he’d woken Emmy up and kept her up, even though they had separate rooms. Obviously he now owed her food and her feet a massage for not keeping his banging under control. Granted, she was only 60% annoyed tops, the rest was amusement and glee at annoying Jake right the hell back just for the sake of annoying. He’d been way too nice to her and Emmy’d been having way too much fun to ruin it with anything more than mild teasing. Until now. “Come on, Pumpkin Spice,” she called loudly, banging continuing. “Open the hell up, I gotta yell at you. Plus - you owe me now!” 

“Shit,” Emmy was holding onto a lamppost, deciding the mixture of the last vodka-energy and trying to balance along the low iron fencing of the park in Centre-Ville was not the best idea. Was kind of loopy. She giggled a little, even if it sounded hallow. When she heard movement behind her, though, she whirled around, lost her balance, scraped her knee on the ground when she hit it in a crouch and still managed to get her hands on her pepper spray. “Dooon’t even try it, bucko.” Nope, she didn’t trip over the words, not at all. “Oh, it’s you.” Of-fucking-course. Because these days no day was complete without Jake Gyllenhaal in it. Instead of holding the spray in his face, she held up her hands with hopefully a nice smile. “Help me up, this hurts like a bitch.”

Hidden Pond Resort, Maine, July 22nd, night

Dress? Check. Heels? Check. Hair? Double check. Attitude ... half?

Stana knew she looked the part, that was easy at this point, knew she could put that swing in her step that suggested a night well spend, could smile the way you smiled when you tried to draw someone in, lean this way and that to show off her ass or her tits. She knew all that. She was an actress for crying out loud. But that still didn’t mean there wasn’t a slight tremor in her hand when she pushed open the door to the bar she was meeting Jake at. Didn’t mean she hadn’t made Amber check and double check the back of her head as well because she’d forgotten to bring her second mirror and if her insides were still a bit of a mess, at least her outsides should look the part. But she pushed through it, because she knew there was no reason not to. That tiny, small part of herself that apparently clung like mad to the idea of Justin was a stubborn son of a bitch and refused to leave, so Stana was taking the offensive, bulldozing through it until finally bought a hint and left.

“Hey there, buddy”, she said with a grin when she slipped into the seat he had obviously been holding for her, drink from the bar already in hand. At least having Jake around settled some of the nerves. They didn’t know each other all that well, but that was OK. Additionally, Stana felt like there really was no reason to bullshit her way through a conversation with him. Brutal honesty in all things? Pretty much exactly what she needed right now. “I nearly turned around twice, by the way. Thought about faking a very embarrassing shaving accident but ...” Stana shrugged a little self-deprecatingly. “I guess the call of good sex is actually stronger than any residual break-up funk, so here I am.” She raised her glass to him.

“So, to really, really, really good sex and nothing less!” Stana downed half of her Martini in one go, scrunching up her face a little at the sticky sweetness but embracing the tiny alcoholic sting. Setting the glass back down, she swept her eyes over Jake. Seriously, even without flashing the Hollywood card it should be no problem finding him a companion for the night. “You said not dumb, which should be easy enough and thank you, by the way, just saying that made you about 52% more attractive. No one likes a bimbo-lover. No excessive fangirls either than, I presume? Classy and girly at the same time could potentially be more difficult to find, but gimme a moment, I will make it work.”