ā Letās DanceĀ ā² M&J
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There were some demons with him. Jackson laughed out loud in amusement at something that one of them had said as the other man was planning a special hunt for tonight. The manās plans seemed to be juicy in every single way and Jackson couldnāt deny that they were very tempting. However, today was a different day in Jacksonās life. Hunting for a soul and flesh wasnāt part of his plans tonight. To be fair, the demon wasnāt a big fan of hunting in group. It was so much exciting when he could do it alone, without the problem of having to share or randomly pick who was going to stay with the human in the end of their āgameā. At least when it was only him and his prey, Jackson solely had to care with himself. āBut Iām out.ā The demon announced to them, picking up his glass from the table to drink the rest of the alcoholic beverage that was in it. Pausing for a moment to feel the unique taste of it on the tip of his tongue, Jackson smirked slightly before he placed down the empty glass. āWhat? I already have plans tonight.ā The dance explained after seeing the incredulous expressions on their faces. They were probably wondering how he could refuse such of a tempting offer.
One of the demons nodded, without asking him what Jackson actually meant with that, before he patted his shoulder. They were accustomed to this type of behavior from him. It was nothing new to a few of them. The demon honestly didnāt care about their opinions, because Jackson always did whatever he wanted, even when he was living with his family in Hong Kong. His mother had always commented, with her acquaintances, that her youngest son was a āwild spirtā. Jackson never corrected her about this, because it wasnāt a lie. Between him and Tyler, he had always been the adventurous one. That obviously led him into troubles and eventually to his older brotherās disappearance. However, the young man didnāt seem to have learned with his mistakes; or at least not completely. While he grew up a bit and he didnāt get himself into schemes like robberies and unnecessary attacks of violence, Jackson couldnāt be classified as a good guy. After all, the young man was a demon ā and a merciless one. He couldnāt even remember the last time he had given up of a victim only because the person begged for it. Perhaps it was because that never really happened to him. Everything Wang Jackson starts, Wang Jackson finishes. That was the dancerās reality.
āTime to chit chat somewhere else.ā He mumbled, standing up from his seat. Picking up his black cap from the table, Jackson put it on the top of his head with the white words āWangā on the back to his forehead. āWhere are you going, bro?ā One of the demons asked him with a raised eyebrow. It was one of his mates from the dancing studio. Pointing at his empty glass, Jackson simply mumbled a quiet ādrinkā before he started to make his way toward the bar. As soon as he got there, a sly smirk crossed his lips before he greeted the bartender with their fist-against-fist kind of greeting. āWhatās up, man?ā Jackson used with his perfect English accent. The bartender didnāt even have to ask him what he was going to drink, as it was usually the same kind of beverage at this time of the night. Leaving the demon alone for a bit, the bartender went to prepare this drink. Jacksonās eyes wandered the nightclub for a moment, pausing only for a moment at the dancefloor, watching the dancers dancing. This was always the best part of his night.
