Status: closed for @riverkartal Location: The Palm Room
For as much time as Jaime spent near the Wrightsville beach, he may as well pack his bag and move there - ditch the Downtown craziness and evolve into the beach bum he truly was inside. Coming from California gave him a deep appreciation for the water front, and so it was more common to find Jameson on an afternoon off fucking around at the Palm Room than it was to spot him in the city area.
Jaime had just settled into a cozy little bench by a window with a drink in hand when a furry, friendly dog ran up to him out of nowhere, jumping up with his front paws in Jaime’s lap, and causing his fresh beer to spill all over the place - more specifically, all down the front of his pants. “Ah shiiit...” He hissed, setting the mostly empty glass down and begrudgingly giving the pooch a little bit of pets. “Uh- hello? Excuse me? Does this guy belong to someone?”
No one spoke up, so Jaime sighed, pushing the dog off of him gently, and stood to go fetch napkins or paper towels. He felt the man’s eyes on him first, but turned with a smirk. “Just my luck. Be honest - how bad does it look?” He turned to the man, arms to the side, showing the full extent of the damage left on his clothes from the beer.
