#jalver

Jace talks loudly to one of his friends, Colton standing by him as they watched some girl stumbling around the party, in nothing but a crop top and a hiked up skirt, his head tilting in interest when he tried to place who she was. But he hadn’t seen her before ever, sure there were ton of people in LA, there were quite a few people at his party he didn’t know, but she was really the only one that stood out, short compared to practically everyone, her thighs tanned and thick, her stomach and chest rising as she danced, obviously out of breath but looking like she was having the time of her life. “I’ma go find out her story,” He says, reaching into the cooler they stood beside and grabbed an unopened beer bottle, “I’ll let you know how it turns out,” He says, laughing when Colton gave him a pat on the back, cat calling as he walked over to where she was dancing by herself. He approached her while her back was turned, his hand just barely brushing her side and smiling when she spun around, “Beer?” He offers to her, head tilting as she grins up at him, “I’m Jace.”