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after his shift had ended, jesse had purchased himself a kebab to eat on the way home when he WITNESSED the altercation between the small female and the one who had been following her. without even pausing to think, his food was dropped to the floor and the werewolf CHARGED at the culprit in question and shoulder barged him to the ground. “did your mother not tell you that it’s RUDE to not wait for consent, asshole,” he punched the male without caring about the consequence. “oops, my hand slipped.”

“--- Don’t you know that SMOKING KILLS?” Jesse folded his arms over his chest once the woman had caught his presence. “It’d be a shame for those PRETTY LUNGS of yours to go to waste on such a disgusting habit, don’t you think?” Not to mention the STINK was just as bad, though it was probably ten times worse for the male than it was for the woman considering his heightened sense of smell.

“I think HELL WILL FREEZE OVER before I admit that you’re right,” he playfully smirked. If Jesse wasn’t described as an overly cocky male with a teenage mind stuck in a grown man’s body then he was described as an EXTREMELY STUBBORN individual who would swear down on something even if he was wrong - he’d go to his grave holding on to the fact that he believes he was right. “You’re name isn’t Squishy either, but here we are,” he then pointed out. “It’s also a MOVIE REFERENCE. Have you not been watching the list I gave you? Fuck sake,” he grumbled. “How the hell can I get away with all these obscure references if you have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about? Get with the game, Wade. Get with the game!” he poked her arm and made a face, as if her not recognising such things was such a pain in the ass for him. “Just forget it, not important,” the werewolf then shrugged. In all the time he had known Sierra, she had ALWAYS been a source of light, and even Jesse - the town’s asshole - knew that there was a line drawn when it came to introducing her to the darker side of his life. He had barely gotten through the fact that he was a monster with the taste for blood every single full moon, but to tell her about the darker more human side of him? It was tar her image of him permanently, and Jesse SELFISHLY wanted to avoid that at all costs. He had already ruined it once before, he couldn’t do it again. Thankfully, however, his little stunt of jumping on her back served as a PERFECT distraction to those thoughts that were constantly lingering in the back of his mind. “Maybe that’s the whole point, Squish!” he smirked through his laugh, tightening his grip on her so that she couldn’t shake him off, but then she had fallen backwards and he now had a very annoyed mermaid in his arms. “Sierra,” he chuckled. “In my defense... I have NO defense,” he made a face. “Shit, my bad. But hey! At least you get a hug out of it,” he then pointed out. To emphasise his words, he tightened his arms around her and rocked from side to side as if cradling a baby in an attempt to get it to sleep. “See? Not so bad.”

“Is that so?” Jesse cockily replied. “It’s a FIGURE OF SPEECH. I obviously know it’s impossible, but the trying is... WORTH IT,” the werewolf smirked. “So, do I get the pleasure of knowing the name of the woman I just sucked face with or is your whole thing MYSTERY because I can do that, too.”

“i know what i like,” jesse winked. his mother used to get on at him for stating such personal things so BLUNTLY, but ever since she passed he had gone unchecked -- his father didn’t have control over him and teachers weren’t listened to, and as a result jesse was like... well, he was like this. UNCHECKED AND UNFILTERED. unapologetic, too. “if we’re talking about men that are tall, have black curly hair, and look like me then sure; men are sexy, but other than that? nah.”

jesse didn’t even pause in his reply. his answer was STRAIGHTFORWARD and to the point. there was no mistaking him for something that he could never be, that was for sure. “my dick is EXCLUSIVELY for women.”

“Whatever, Squishy,” Jesse retorted. Even if her objection was VALID, he wasn’t going to acknowledge it. He rarely ever did. He would drag it on for as long as it could before someone exploded -- and, more often than not, it was HIM. He couldn’t help it, though. There was just something in his genetic code that made him susceptible to outbursts -- even if they were caused by himself. “Wait, what? How is THAT fair? I can’t take my clothes off, but you’re allowed to cover me in stupid paint for something I don’t even believe in? Yeah. Sure, Jan,” he scoffed. He didn’t mean to say what he had said, but there it was. An ingrained prejudice that had been instilled in him at a very young age. Taking a hand to the back of his head, the male scratched at the curly locks there before glancing at her over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but laugh at her TRYING to keep up, and it took everything in him not to start jogging just so that he could make it worse for her. Instead, however, he turned tail and waited until she was level then jumped up on her back so that she was giving him a piggy back. “C’mon! I’m HUNGRY, Squish.”

“Calling me an ALCOHOLIC, huh?” Jesse fired back, somewhat amused by her point. It was VALID, after all. Still, it wasn’t like Jesse counted it as such due to his species alignment. Did it really count as alcoholism when it literally had no effect on him? He didn’t think so. He pretty much equated drinking alcohol to a human drinking something like RELENTLESS. It gave him a little energy boost, but other than that... useless - much like his presence at a Pride Parade, but that was an entirely different kettle to boil. “Okay, NO ONE is painting anything on me unless I’m naked and I’m getting hand prints all over my body,” the male smirked slightly. Pursing his lips for a moment, the werewolf finally conceded to her suggestions and began leading the way to the nearest food booth. It was almost ANNOYING that she knew him well enough to know what would put him in what mood. In only made the sinkhole in his stomach even deeper as he walked. “Keep up, then,” he shouted over his shoulder.

In all fairness, SHE KISSED HIM, so who was Jesse to deny a woman his kiss? He reached out and gripped her head between his hands as he crashed his lips against hers, FULLY ENGAGING in the embrace before slowly breaking for air. “You hope I don’t mind being kissed? Fuck no,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Hell, I’d be kissing every minute of every hour of every day if it was fucking possible.” Okay, maybe that was a bit extreme, but the sentiment remained, though he wished the sinking feeling in his stomach wouldn’t.

“You know that alcohol does FUCK ALL that I want it to,” Jesse grumbled, practically huffing like a two year old child. Jesse had grown to accept that he was biologically a wolf, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t complain every now and then about the fact that intoxication was NEAR IMPOSSIBLE for his kind thus making events like this almost as intolerable as watching an episode of KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS -- something he still hasn’t given Sierra for. “Fuck if I know, you’re the one that wanted to come to this,” he continued to grumble. He had only agreed to turn up because he had ultimately made the decision to try his best by her; something that she had least DESERVED after he disappeared on her for several weeks after their fight. “You choose.”

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“Well... HIS LOSS,” Jesse shrugged. “Besides, the dude did you a favour if you really think about it,” he continued, then pointed at himself. “You get to spend some QUALITY TIME with me now, surely that’s a positive, right? What better way to start off your social journey than having a heart to heart with your FAVOURITE bartender -- and if I’m not your favourite bartender. Well, I will be soon enough.”

Noting the blonde’s distress, Jesse dismissed his fellow bartender and rested his elbows atop of the counter in front of the woman. “Why the LONG FACE, Baby Prentiss?” he smirked a little while he poured the drinks she had ordered. “Share your woes with lil’ ol’ Jesse here.”