#jasoninteraction

Okay, why the hell was his heart pounding as loudly as it is right now? Jason adjusted himself in the driver’s seat, suddenly hyper aware that his palms were clammy. All of a sudden feeling like a teenager about to be on his very first date. Perhaps he had built up this day too many times in his head. You’re going to be fine, he kept telling himself. Or maybe telling Jessie that he wanted to do something out of their comfort zones for Valentine's Day was a little too out there and got her excited for something that may flop. Shit. He was overthinking. Clambering out of the vehicle, Jason took a few deep breaths while striding up to her door. He didn’t go over the top in terms of dressing although his sister did dare him to wear a tuxedo. Instead, he opted for a pair of dark washed jeans and a simple blue button-down shirt.

The frosty zephyr nipped at his skin as Jason shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. Shifting his weight as he found a spot to wait for Jess, his gaze darted around, taking in the premises. It wasn't his first time here, nor will it be the last. Jess had told him to meet her here. She had been busy with rehearsals but it never seemed to bother him - that was the advantage of being your own boss. After making sure Jacqueline and his crew had everything they needed, Jason could always come and go whenever he pleases at his club. Minutes ticked by and he saw other dancers from Jess' company trickle past him. He craned his neck to keep a lookout for her.

As soon as his gaze fell on Jess, a slow, languid smile had taken over his lips. There was something about the way her chocolate tresses frame her gentle face coupled with that ever-present sparkle in her hazel-green eyes. Jason raised a hand to wave at Jess, making a move to close the distance between them. "Hey, beautiful. You had a good rehearsal?" He reached out to move a strand of hair swept across her face and tucked it behind her ear. "I hope you're hungry because I am." He half-chuckled, almost embarrassed at how prompt his stomach had growled. Jason laced his fingers with hers, intertwining them. The warmth radiating from her was enough to make him content. "Burger and fries sound good right?"

His shoes clicked audibly on the floor beneath - a rare sound especially in this constantly packed club. Tonight, however, was the exact opposite. Only a few lingering customers were nursing their drinks at the bar top, some at the booths having quiet dates whilst eating snacks. As per his habit at this hour Jason found himself patrolling around, keeping an eye out for any trouble but there was none. His gaze flicked towards the new bartender, Theo Blakewood as he wiped the bartop counter. Jason nodded when the younger man caught his gaze.

As if on cue, the double doors opened and Logan Blakewood strolled in. A small smile had hooked onto the corners of Jason's lips as his best friend walked in. It was silly to think men in their 40s having best friends - but that's what they are for years now. "Come to see Theo again or just for me or do we have to share?" he called out, chuckling as he chose a stool to sit down. "Theo, my usual whiskey. Neat, please." As he waited for Theo to prepare his drink, Jason turned slightly towards Logan. "You look like you need a drink too hhmm?"

The opening of Black Dusk a few weeks ago was a success. Jason had been nervous about the new nightclub maintaining that level of success every night but it seemed as though he was just worried for nothing. As the night progresses, the music came thumping rhythmically even faster. Something caught his eye despite the dim, flashing lights and he moved towards it. "Woah," Jason stopped in his tracks, arms held out. "You okay, there?" His dark gaze scanned their features and his brows furrowed. "Okay, you're obviously scared," he said trying to sound assuring. "I own this club, my name's Jason Romano. There are CCTVs everywhere," he said matter-of-factly, pointing at the cameras above them. "Whoever's harassing you or giving you a hard time, they're not going to get away scot-free okay?" He nodded at them, making sure they're listening to his words despite the loud music thumping against the walls. "Now, tell me who's bothering you and we can throw them out."