#jackson;start

Julian roamed around the festival, alcohol in hand that he sipped every now and then. He wasn't one to attend things like these often but it was better than sitting in and doing nothing. he was also looking to go home with someone. He didn't care who, anyone that would satisfy his needs. The music echoing in the air, the sound of laughter and chatter drifting through the air. The smell of food filling his nose. A smirk played at his lips at the passing women who flashed him a smile, his eyes following, checking them out. He was distracted before his body collided with someone, causing the glass to drop from his hand. "Fucking shit." she sighed heavily. "Damnit. Can't be more careful?" he huffed, running a hand through his hair.

"I think buying your drink after almost knocking you over is the least I can do," Diego assures the person across the table, twirling his own glass in his hand. "It's been a long week for the lot of us. Glad to be kicking my feet up."

long nights at work have kept theo from using his favorite place to fill the voids in order to keep him sane, so he was long overdue. since becoming a 'soldier', or grunt for lack of a better term, he's been having to pick up the slack around town late at night and it's starting to get the best of him. it wasn't that he didn't like his new job, truth be told he's very good at it when he has to be. the thought of having to 'enforce' rules that he still actively breaks himself to random townspeople feels like a complete waste of time for him. he owed elijah a favor and when they ended up at the same place— he thought it was time he repayed his debt.

as he practically threw himself onto the barstool, he gestured to the bartender to bring him his regular. "we'll start with three and see where that goes." he smiled at them and held his hand out, eager to receive what would feel like paradise. throwing his head back to let out a long sigh, he peaked out of the corner of his eye to prying eyes on him. "three too little? should i shoot for six instead?" he smirked as he pulled his drink to his lips before bursting out another option. "let's go crazy and make it an even ten! five for me and five for you? what do you say?!"

It was currently a mess in the herbal department, bottles scattered right along with Maya's thoughts. "There's a sign on the door, I'm reorganizing!" She calls out as the door opens. "Please don't tell me you're here for weed. I don't sell at these hours."

Jackson was oddly similar to the qz as far as his duties went. Most of the soldiers he worked with hung around while he completed his tasks. He could never wrap his head around standing there looking stupid all the time. The man had to keep his hands busy, else he may go insane. "What can I do you for?" He asks the person walking toward him in anticipation for something, anything, besides yelling at his colleagues anymore.