Jasper leaned back against the bar counter, picking at the skin between his fingers and watching what was left of the situation unfold, particularly Senna. Looking like the earth before sin, skin made of calm and bones made of chaos. It was just like her to pick up the pieces her brother left behind after heād gotten done making a mess of the place. In another lifetime he might tell her that there were other ways to show love than by suffering, but he also knew better, and instead turned his attention elsewhere after she passed by Simon and left the Little Lady altogether. After scanning what use to be a crowd, he caught sight of his latest project eyeing him up and down. As if on cue, he returned the well dressed manās smirk and slid off the chair, all reminders of the past event quickly forgotten when the thought of dope and sex was on the table.
Itād be a lie to say Jasper wouldnāt withstand a thunderstorm of violence for ten seconds of Simonās mouth. You donāt always hit the lotto when it comes to hooking up, but every now and then you find someone who makes it seem like less of a chore. Even still, for all the tailored suits, groomed facial hair, and hulking mass that was Simon Bates, he must have had some underlying issues to be associating with the likes of Jasper, all bones and questions marks, nothing solid. Nothing sturdy. A hangmanās noose where good men went to die. Sometimes, in a withdrawal fueled moment of hysteria, Jasper couldnāt help but wonder what monsters inside of them longed for the presence of the other. After all, people with monsters recognized each other easily, knowing the other inside and out without saying a single word. And then, of course, heād shoot up and remember why heād joined this partnership in the first place. The older man, as far as connections went, was easily Jasperās most profitable investment. And with any prized steer, you had to take care of it accordingly. Tell it what it wants to hear. Make it feel how it wants to feel. If Jasper had learned anything in his short life time of soliciting handouts, it was that it was always better to be the thrill than the thrilled.
When youāre the electric shock, the adrenaline rush, the potential for danger, people come to you. They seek you out before you even have to lift a finger. Jasper invited any and everybody to come feast on his body and become delirious with just the need of him. There was no need to be beautiful when you could be less than that and still be someoneās craving and restless pacing. It seemed far too early to gauge just how far Jasperās teeth had sunk into the youngest Bates. That whole family just seemed to be a different breed than the likes of which Jasper had hijacked, much like a parasite, in the past. But still, everyone had the same basic needs and interest, and heād be a fool not to take this relationship as far as it could go. Jasper slinked across the bar to do just that, shamelessly bumping elbows and shoulders and meeting offended glances with a malicious leer of his own. Soon enough he was standing next to Simonās side like an apparition.
āMaybe it was something along the lines of how open youād be to holding a camera while the two of us fuck,ā Jasper interrupted, catching the end of Siennaās question with a self-satisfied smirk and something of a slow drawl to his voice. He really wasn't concerned with their conversation. Or whether it received the necessary closure. āSpeaking of which,ā Jasper turned his attention back to Simon, blood whistling through his body like a kettle set to boil. He could front as if the promise of a good time and arguably free dope didnāt phase him, but everybody had a vice. He leaned on the bar with both forearms, turning to look at Simon with a tilt of his head and a gleam of deviltry in his eye as his gaze became fixated on the bearded man. "I hope that look had some intention behind it. Not that all this bad blood between families isn't doing it for me," he smirked. If he had to carry all the weight that came with not only a family name but the drama it attracted, he'd be doing whatever it took to find something, anything, that could help him dissociate from the reality of his lot in life. And with that being said Jasper needed to find his own something to combat the trials of living. He pushed off from the bar and turned on his heels to make his way out of the bar. "Ready when you are."