#sirensfm

after a few handshakes, one bottle of champagne popped and a long awaited deal closed, jesse had officially clocked out for the night. he deserved to take a break after negotiating with the new client for hours. jesse emerged from the backroom to be greeted by plenty of happy customers at club indigo dancing and drinking. tonight was a good night; there had been no fights or customer complaints. for once, everything was peaceful. shaking hands with familiar faces, he made his way through the crowd. truth be told, he only had one person in mind that he wanted to see. he spotted sloane out from across the room. it was like a lighthouse to a ship. jesse moved behind his favorite employee and rested a hand on her arm to guide her out to the dance floor. “sorry, gentlemen. i need a moment with my employee,” he teased. “come dance with me.”

imogen sniffed, her chin jutting upwards for a moment, trying desperately to collect herself. she hadn’t cried in months— in fact, it had been so long she couldn’t remember when the last time she really cried. but after having one too many drinks she was crying and opening up about anything and everything. she was way past the fun-drunk and entering the depressed and sloppy drunk. the no-fun drunk. something about clara was making imogen spill all her secrets. “when i was eight my cousin and i were out in the woods playing,” she paused to smile for a fleeting moment. imogen reminisced about the sunlight peeking through the tree branches and the creek’s water rushing over rocks. the smile soon disappeared before she continued to confess under the influence of too much vodka. “i pushed my cousin when we were playing in the creek and he slipped and hit his head on a boulder. he bled out there... i told everyone he slipped. i-i didn’t want to get in trouble.”