#jackson post

this has been in wip trenches for soooooo long but anyway this is based on a comic that alteredpanel made and we wanted to take a crack at it tldr list music taste and a song that related to systemhood but we kinda just stopped doing the last part half way in and just uses it as yap about music excuse lmaos

“Darling...” Jackson almost purrs into his phone. This isn’t a new song and dance for them, at least not brand new. Probably a few months at this point. “I have an event tomorrow night, a showroom party. You’ll find time for me right?” Because while they’d gotten along fairly well when they’d bet at their first mutual event, this was the backbone of their arrangement. Appearances. She was candy on his arm to keep unwilling suitors and his father at bay momentarily, and he gave her paparazzi and other media the toy of possibly seeing someone. Mutually beneficial was how he liked to keep this things. Packages wrapped up with neat little bows. 

He moves from his bedroom to the kitchen, cell pressed between his ear and shoulder as he opens the fridge. “I’ll even be a gentleman and pick you up.”

Jackson knows he has a bit of an....ego. He’s usually torn between hating it about himself and not caring. He’s worked hard to be where he is and when it comes to his looks, he knows what he has when it comes to his genes. But despite that, and despite his tendency to flirt, he knew where to draw the line. He prided himself in being good at reading people.

But this woman. This woman would not cease! Jax had just wanted to get a coffee before an afternoon of more meetings yet it seems that had been a bad idea today. He’s stuck in this line with her and he is honestly contemplating just leaving. 

But no...no that’s rude and he has an image to keep. Besides, the coffee here is stronger than what’s at the office and he needs it. A guy steps up behind him and in a split second his mind conjures a plan and he takes a chance.

“Darling, you made it.” Jackson says, taking the stranger’s hand in his and giving him pleading eyes, flicking to the girl then back to him, trying to convey his situation before giving a smile. The woman balks at the two.

“Absolutely riveting story.” Jackson says with an easy smile, no sarcasm in his voice, mind effectively keeping it at bay where no one could hear it except himself. Why did he bother with these events again? Oh right, image. It makes him want to rub his temples.

From the ballroom the event is held in, the tables, the array of food and drink, the clothes....it’s all expensive, decadent, expensive. But he’d be willing to bed most of the laughter is fake, the smiles are fake, the hand on the arm....it’s fake. It gets awfully tiring some of these to keep up such a front but well, such is business isn’t it. 

“Please excuse me, there’s another drink calling me name.” 

He is indeed going to the refreshment table for another drink but it’s less a desire for one and more of a need to escape boring schmoozing. 

“Don’t they get tired of all the monotonous drivel?” 

“It’s just...when people call you sir at work, you know, something that happens all the fucking time, that doesn’t turn you on? It’s somehow different in the bedroom?” 

“We’ve been over this. That’s work. Not at all connected to my personal life. Emery, there is nothing like having someone in bed saying ‘yes,sir’ to you. Or better yet! If they’re begging and say ‘please,sir’. Ugh, unmatched. It’s not at all the same thing as when someone at work uses it. They’re using that because I’m literally their boss. You’ll have to experience it to understand.”

“W-Whatever! I regret asking, change the subject!”

“Yes the deal went off without a hitch. Absolutely, we’ll be receiving the documents in about two days time once everything is signed. Yep. Yeah. I’m going to grab a few drinks here and relax before heading home so you won’t see me back at the office. Sounds good. I’ll look at the emails tomorrow. Have a good night.”

 Jackson hangs up his phone and feels satisfied with another job well done. He really is good at what he does and he deserves to celebrate. He’s never been one to mind drinking alone. He steps through the lounge, the sound of soft music, laughing, conversation, it’s definitely an atmosphere he likes. A deal that went off without a hitch, a lounge with great atmosphere, and the day off tomorrow? How could Jackson’s night get any better than this. 

He takes a seat at the bar with a glance beside himself, folding his hands on the countertop. Ah yes, there’s the one way his night could get better. “Bourbon on the rocks please sir, and another of whatever the beautiful lady desires.” Jax motions beside himself, throwing her a smile.