#stusequel

Jackson is wrist deep in a bag of potato chips, plopping them into his mouth one by one as he laid sprawled out on the couch. Her words cause a small chuckle to leave his lips, head shaking as he moved his legs out of the way for her to sit down. “Oh, so i’m pretty now?” A laugh leaves his lips before he continued to eat the chips he’d brought over. “I knew you thought I was hot,” the brunette joked, shooting her a playful wink. 

❝  thanks, captain obvious. got any more stellar observations?  ❞  she’s exhausted, not even jas is safe from her attitude at this point.  ❝  you know, maybe we wouldn’t have a whole new problem if you’d been this astute the fucking first time!  ❞ 

“Looks like the cat has my clothing, actually.” The brunette sat up some on the couch - hands wiping at the sleepiness present on his face.  He’d crashed here instead of in his bed  to allow Jas a proper place to sleep. Something about not wanting to be at home....he didn’t really ask too many questions. “Comfy?”

Surely if Stu found out, he’d come after him. So why was it that his body moved closer, one hand on either side of her as he pined her between his frame and the counter. Stu had been making a fool of himself outside, a distraction that was welcomed to give the pair some privacy. “Just keeping an eye on you to make sure you don’t get out of hand.” His words are said teasingly as green eyes stared down at Jas. 

Jackson listens carefully to her story, raising a single brow in interest until she admits exaggerating the manner. “I was almost impressed,” the brunette stated, giving a roll of his eyes. “Was that the goal?” He wondered out loud, though she was free to answer his question. 

“Or what, exactly?” Words come out daring, happy to play this little power dance that Jas had been doing. Jackson leaned against the wall, a bit of a dismissive shrug given in her direction. “You’ll go tell Stu?” He had to laugh at the idea. “Or are you going to do something?” A smirk presented itself, plastering against his facial features in such a cocky manner. “Think i’m safe either way,” he tells her, scrunching up his nose temporarily before relaxing.  “I’ll take my chances.”

The male remains silent for a moment, getting up from his seat and heading over into the kitchen where Jas stood. “Want a hit?” He offered, voice low as he stood in close proximity to her. He’s hovering almost but it wasn’t too out of character for him, incase anyone came back into the room. “I don’t like smoking alone,” he told her, a smirk etched upon his face. 

“I want you to be more involved,” Jackson says openly in front of the others in the group. If she was going to single him out, then he’s going to do the same in return. “All of us have blood on our hands except you.” And that didn’t sit well with him, did it? “I don’t care what Stu says,” Jackson begins again, index finger immediately up to shush the male mentioned. “You hold too much power over me and I don’t like it. Time for princess to get her hands bloody.”