#jax1

Where: Spilled Ink 

Closed Starter: @jaxrhodes​

The shop had been on Lysander’s radar since they came to New York. They’d stopped by a few times and perused the artists’ work, but never could settle on something. Really, it’d just been something to ground them in the endless cacophony of this city, but it was starting to feel awkward just loitering around, making idle conversation with the artists. So today they burst through the door and sauntered over to one of the artists who’d had the unfortunate privilege of being subjected to their nonsense the past few times they’d been in. “Alright. I’ve got it. Picture this. ‘Live. Laugh. Love.’ Big letters. Right across my ass. Or, no, maybe cradling the cheeks. It’ll be brilliant. Groundbreaking. Earth shattering. A masterpiece of the modern age.” They paused and looked up at Jax, “Thoughts? Prayers?”

  Somehow, Gray had completed spaced the concept of dancing, and the fact it would be occurring at the gala. He was holed up by the open bar, refraining for now (his date being underage made him less eager to get drinks for himself only), but as he watched the dancers, Gray’s resolve was waning quickly. To hopefully ease his nerves when it came to the idea of putting himself out there, if Alana were to request him to do so, Grayson let his eyes wander, seeking out a suitable distraction.

   Bingo! The brother, his neighbor. Surely they’d barely said more than five words to each other in the past six years, including ‘excuse me’ and ‘nice morning, huh?’. Hell, Gray remembered seeing his pretty girlfriend sneak out in the wee morning hours quite awhile back, looking sheepish and guilty as hell when their eyes locked - but had he introduced himself yet? Eager, Grayson slid closer, clearing his throat. “Uh... Hi, I don’t think I ever got to really meet meet you. I’m Grayson, I live next door, and I, uh I brought Alana tonight. It’s nice to finally get the chance to say hello.”