#jackson01

Darcy: yo! what are your favorite pizza toppings?? Darcy: hoping this is the right number actually Darcy: idk i kind of got a new phone cuz i lost my phone in the fire and like i had to get a new one so im just trying to put in numbers by memory Darcy: speed dial is wonderful for many reasons Darcy: anyway! Darcy: pizza toppings??

where: Sharky's

Sharky's was easily one of Sterling's favorite places, especially when it came to going on dates. It had drinks, live music, and the waiters were always so nice (so she made sure she tipped well), and those are all reasons she thought it would be the perfect place to suggest for her blind date to meet her.

Sterling wore her hair down that night, letting her golden waves fall to the middle of her back and she wore a white tank top that showed off her midriff and she wore a long skirt with a slit down the side. It was perfect for the beach, so it was perfect for a little restaraunt on the beach too.

She was so nervous, especially since she couldn't remember the last time she really dated. It was exciting and awkward and fun all at the same time. And maybe nerves are why she ended up at the restaraunt early that night. But she didn't mind. She had texted her date to let him know where she was while she sipped on a strawberry margarita and enjoyed the music. But it was when she looked up and saw just who was there to meet her, her jaw dropped.

"No. Tell me you're not-- Jackson, you are not my date. Oh my god, are you?"

“I have to admit,” Cliff let that drawl curl at the end of his words as he walked around the high-end office.  The soft thud of his boots against the marble floor carried over as he walked around one of the offices that belonged to Jackson Knight.  Cliff wasn’t the type to make house calls, but his wife had mentioned that the Sin of Pride was starting to step out of pocket.  After enough life-times, Cliff had learned to just do whatever his wife asked the moment she asked;  the consequences of lagging were worse than he would have liked, especially when Scarlett had been so terrifying.  He turned on his heel slowly to face the man in questions, “I thought it would be hard to break into your office, Pride.”

[The restaurant was open, and despite the first night being a big success, Greta was still full of nerves. It wasn’t like she needed the money, she’s accumulated enough wealth over the centuries to have her in a steady position, even here in Covaire where slaves were a temptation and a strain on the purse strings.]

[She had purchased her wolf for one reason, company. She knew she had others in this city that would gladly spend their time to stop her from being lonely, but there was a hole in her that they couldn’t fill. She missed Ric. Her brother had been with her for so long even now, months after he left, she felt it, mourned him like he was dead, and her beautiful wolf gave her someone to look after, someone to focus on. And for the times when Orion was busy, she now had Ambrosia. It was, just like him, her baby, her dependant, and she was going to make sure it cherished.]

“Welcome to Ambrosia, I’ll get you a menu, or have you seen someone you like?”