// it's like the past, but things changed [jordan]

[jaxon]

Sweat dripped from the brow of the twenty-four year old as he threw his last punch into an aging punchbag. It swung back, the chains almost crying out in pain as it supported it's heavy weight. Jaxon waited for the large bag to swing back at him, but he stopped it with his hands so it wouldn't swing anymore. With a slight yawn, he started for the locker room. On his way, he began to remove the black tape from around his knuckles that protected them. As they were revealed, he trashed the tape and cracked his knuckles. Pushing into the room, he walked over to his locker and opened it. Removing his flannel button-up shirt and his jeans, he began to undress from his work out clothes and replace them. After this was finished, he packed all his stuff back into his locker that he had placed on the bench earlier and shut it.

Walking out, he slapped one of his boxing buddy's back. The guy grinned at him, "You goin' to Grumpy's?" asked the blond as he turned. "Hell yeah, man. Where else would I be goin'?" he said with a smirk, leaving the gym. Grumpy's was one of Jax favorites, actually, it probably was his only favorite. The boozes were just so original and the girls there, well, they were hot. He wasn't into Malificent or whatever, the whole clubbing thing wasn't his scene. Though, Jaxon was a true partier back in the day. He really stayed away from it. Getting drunk with a bunch of buddies and playing pool seemed to be more of an interest, that probably came from his age though. Of course, not all men of his age shared the same opinion, a lot of them went clubbing.

Once outside, it was only a couple of feet to his nice black BMW. His hand ran down the side as he walked to the driver's side. He loved that car, it was his baby. He made a pact to himself that he would not allow anyone else to drive it. But that was only because he didn't want to have to commit murder if someone ruined his beauty. Jumping into the vehicle, he started it and soon departed from the gym's parking lot. He headed towards the pub.

Jaxon arrived in about five minutes and in about ten, he was inside. The only reason why it had taken him more that five minutes to get inside of Grumpy's is because he was talking to the bouncer that was placed outside. As he walked to the bar, the tender smirked at him. She was a pretty strawberry blond, and she had a thing for him. He leaned against the counter, running his fingers over the girls hand since she had it placed there. "A budlight, Jax?" she said softly, almost purring. He gave her a brief nod and she grabbed one for him. As she gave it to him, he sat on the stool closet to him. Sighing contently, he began to look around for someone to talk to as the bartender became busy with someone else.


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TAG YOU'RE IT ; prime/jordan.
STATUS ; finished.
OUT FIT ; here
NOTES ; car.

[logan]

OH BORING DAYS, HOW THEY ROLLED PAST JORDAN WITHOUT A SINGLE EXCITING EVENT. LIVING HERE WASN’T AS MUCH AS IT HAD CRACKED UP TO BE, NOT TO SAY THE LEAST. SEBASTION HAD BEEN AS BORIGN AS EVER ALWAYS OUT AND ABOUT, COMING HOME SOMETIMES WITH THE OCCASIONAL GIRL. BUT NOT OF THESE WOMEN WHERE THERE TO STOP AND CHAT IT UP WITH VICTORIA, ALTHOUGH SHE WAS ALMOST POSITIVE SHE WAS MORE INTERESTING THAN HER BROTHER. IT WAS BEYOND HER THOUGH SHE WASN’T MUCH INTERESTEAD IN FINDING FRIENDS THAT WEREN’T GOING TO BE DARING. JORDAN WAS AN ADRENALINE JUNKY. THE REAL LIFE I’LL DO SOMETHING EVEN IF IT MIGHT KILL ME TYPE OF PERSON. ANYTHING REMOTELY SCARY YOU CAN FIND JORDAN THERE. SHE WAS LIKE THIS EVEN AS A CHILD, ALWAYS FINDING WAYS TO GET HER FIX OF THE ADRENALINE COURSING THROUGH HER VEINS. BUT WITH THE CONTINUEL DOSES IT SEEMED FINDING THESE RUSHES WHERE HARDER AND HARDER. AND THIS MIDDLE-OF-NOWHERE TOWN WASN'T MAKING IT MUCH EASIER ON HER. EVERYONE HERE SEEMED SO OUT TO IMPRESS EVERYONE ELSE. ALWAYS WORRYING WHAT EVERYONE ELSE THOUGH NOT AT ALL THINKING ABOUT THEMSELVES, SO UNSELFISH. AND THEN HERE COMES JO TO MESS IT ALL UP. NATURALLY SEBASTION WOULD CLAIM NO RELATION, BUT JORDAN LOVED TO MENTION HIS NAME, IT MADE HIS GUILTY BY ASSOCIATION. EVEN THOUGH HE WAS THE PINNACLE OF THE “PERFECT GENTLEMEN” FUCK THAT.

SO JORDAN FINALLY BROKE HER STREAK OF SITTING AT THE PARTMENT, RUNNING AROUND IN SHORTS AND A TANK TOP WATCHING A STRING OF CHEESY PREDICTABLE REALITY SHOWS, MUNCHING ON AN ASSORTMENT OF FATTY SNACK FOODS. AND VENTURED OUTSIDE, ON THE TOWN. IT WAS WARMING UP SLIGHTLY, OR IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A NICE DAY IF NOT FOR THE THICK OVERCAST OF CLOUDS THAT BLOTTED OUT THE SUNLIGHT IN A THICK BLANKET. LITTLE DROPLETS OF WATER PATTERED USELESSLY OFF THE CEMENT, BOUNCING UP AND THEN POOLING TOGETHER. IT WAS ONLY SPRINKLING, BUT IT WAS THE TYPE OF SPRINKLING THAT CREATED A HAZE OF COLD RAIN THAT FELL IN CONTINUED SHEETS. THERE WAS NO WIND, WHICH WAS NICE, BUT IT SEEMED LIKE THE TYPE OF DAY WHERE YOU WERE COMPELLED TO DO NOTHING. JORDAN HAD ALREADY DONE HER SHARE OF NOTHING. SO NOW WHERE TO GO? IT WAS NO FUN AROUND HERE. THE BEACH? WHY GO THERE IT’S COLD, AND RAINING. MAYBE A PARTY IS RAGING SOMEWHERE, OH WAIT, NO ONE THROWS PARTIES HERE. A BAR. YEAH WHY NOT LET JORDAN TEST HER LUCKY. SEVENTEEN IS THE NEW TWENTY ONE ANYWAY. BESIDES JO HAD A VERY NIFTY WAY OF PERSUADING PEOPLE.

STATUS: UNFINISHED
WEARING: LINK HERE
LYRICS: NAME HERE
RIDE: LINK HERE
NOTES: OTHER HERE