#hoco22

Pulled from her grim reverie at someone approaching, she leaped at the opportunity to occupy her mind with... anything else. “I saw Jesse Hart hanging out by these drinks not that long ago, so proceed with caution,” she said with a smirk, only half-joking.

Posted up against the building, Jesse drew in lungfuls of fresh air, the night breeze sweeping the hair from his forehead and offering a reprieve from the stifling air inside. The drugs he’d taken earlier still coursed wildly through his veins, filling him with restless energy and a need to be surrounded by people, and he idly wondered how he’d found himself out here in the first place. And then he ran a hand through the sweat-matted hair at the back of his neck. 

Oh, right. 

But he’d cooled down significantly, the shaking in his hands all but gone now, and he pushed off the wall to head back inside. And then he caught sight of a fitted black dress, faltering in his step as he paused to take in the soft curves before settling on an almost ethereal looking face that made him take pause.

Recognition hit several beats later and though a part of him wanted to recoil, he couldn’t for the life of him imagine why. He knew their history, of course-- how could he forget?-- but why were they still holding onto it? It was in the past! Onwards and upwards, right? “Jax!” he called, curling his hands around his mouth to pitch his voice louder even though it was entirely unnecessary. He jog-walked to close the space between them, though he kept a respectable distance. “You look...” He waved a hand down the length of them, lost for words that fully encapsulated just how good they looked. 

He rocked back on a heel, placing both hands on his hips before dragging one through his hair. “Do you think we can move past this? I think we can move past this. I know I was, like, a total fucking dick. I know. I’m sorry, ya know? I just think... we’re new people now, right? We can just be...” He pursed his lips and squinted his eyes, searching his mind for the right words in the right order before settling on, “...new people.”

Jesse could feel the music more than he heard it. Every note a tangible thing that danced around him, rubbed up against him, grew fingers and dragged them through his hair. He felt fucking amazing. Invincible. God he loved molly. 

He wove his way through the crowd to grab some water, his mouth feeling suddenly dry, and the room warmer than it had been only moments before. He tugged at his collar to welcome in some cooler air and settled back against the refreshments table, tossing back a cup of water he hadn’t remembered grabbing until it welcomed life back into him once more. 

He crushed the cup in his hand and tossed it into a nearby bin (probably), before he turned to survey the party once more. And like a homing beacon, his gaze settled almost immediately on Parker. And before he could even grant himself the permission to do so, he was off, heading towards her as the bass of the music settled into him like a second heartbeat. “Divine creature,” he breathed into her ear, as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle. “Dance with me.”

we'll see if i end up wanting to kms or not.

HOCO !!!!