It's all fun and games till ...... (Jackson <3)

[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

[bg=0f101c][atrb=width,469,true][atrb=border,0,true] Makayla is the eldest of the Rhys - Damara clan and she was back home to the bright and sunny home of Texas. Sometimes being home drudges up old hurtful memories for her such as that teacher at the Academy, but her sisters wedding was going to be going on soon and well. She was determined not to be there, but the family thinks she should. Kayla thinks all she does is hurt Tams so perhaps staying away on that beautiful romantic day would be for the best. She was sure her sister would make a stunning bride, but since the event at the Academy look at all the pain she has caused poor Tams. She couldn’t cause her more. What Makayla didn’t know was she was causing her more by not showing up and not giving Tams a reason why she isn’t going to be there. She figured it was best to be a cold and heartless bitch then to explain herself. It was the Makayla way wasn’t it. She was shocked her daddy hasn’t had a talking with her yet. She was trying to avoid him at all cost. She knew she was in trouble when daddy has a talking to her even at this age. Nikolas had tried to have a talking with her and she just wasn’t listening and tried to change the subject about him getting a date to the wedding. She went to his wedding and look where he is now. He is headed for divorce and his bitch wife wants everything. How is that fair to him? She seriously will cut that bitch if she ever sees her again. Kayla never really liked her, but then how many people did Kayla get on with especially other chicks. If she isn’t dating them, then she only has a handful of friends that are girls, and well Kay didn’t like that chick, but she was proud of her baby brother. It was weird though both her younger siblings are getting or have been hitched before her. Who was next? Chelsea seemed to be a busy girl so it wasn’t going to be her at least Kayla didn’t think it would be her, but you know that love bug could bite you in the arse at anytime, but she knew it wasn’t a bug it was more like a cupid. Cupids were lesser known angels. She knew Angels existed some of her families bloodline has angel in it, her cousins to be exact, but that is sort of on the hush, hush. She probably shouldn’t know herself, but well this is Makayla you are talking about. She just knows things at times. It was a dark and stormy night out, and she didn’t feel like staying in tonight so got dressed up in some leather pants, boots, and a sexy top, and headed out to the bars. Why stay in was time to get a little wild and crazy, and Kayla was good at wild and crazy. She wasn’t going to go to her mothers bar seeing as Tams could be there and she didn’t want to deal with her sisters shit or drama right now. She couldn’t she couldn’t deal! Kayla drove to the nearest bar, and headed into the bar there was people partying and doing their thing dancing about and playing pool. She skimmed the place to see if she recognized anyone before plopping her ass on the bar stool. “Raspberry Sambuca"She had said to the bartender as he came over to her “And keep them coming.” She didn’t have anything special to do tonight and she was gonna have some fun and paint the town red. She tapped at the bar as she was waiting for her drink. Kayla pulled her lighter out of her purse, and began to play with it a bit as she waited there was a line of people waiting for their drinks the place was booming tonight. This must be a major spot where all the non-hunters come to party and dance the night away and play some fascinating games such as cards, or pool. It was like one of them cheese bar and grills you see on TV very different from the places she seen in New York and being in Austin gave her a little bit of a break from her glamorous life. She had to start her Christmas shopping soon too how fun eh? There is bound to be a house full. She got her drink and slammed it down, and asked for another. Usually she didn’t have to pay in NY, but here she may have to, but she is cool with it most of the people were real pervs in New York and just liked to stare at her girls. She doesn’t even swing that way anymore not after the last dude used her for her wealth and her looks. She has male friends yes and she surely gives them hell, but they too can be pervs at times and hell she grew up with many fellas. She has three brothers herself after all. She used to beat their asses and she is just a little thing, but Kayla surely wasn’t raised like a normal girl now did she? She sat there and continued to play with her light as she began to drink the night away. A bar brawl started in the distant over a game of pool and a dude was trying to stiff another out of the cash. She rolled her eyes at that, and snickered some under her breath. She loved it. Some sports game was playing on the TV but she paid it no mind at all. It was just her and her drinks. She pulled out her cell phone to see if she had any messages. Tags : Jackson <3 Wearing : >> Clicky Me << Location : Local Bar in Texas Timeframe : Beginning of November 2035 OOC Comments : Hope this works for you <3

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[Jackson Taylor Kincaid]

Jack had seventeen dollars some odd cents in the right hand pocket of his blue jeans; lint and a crumpled piece of paper with a woman’s number scribbled on it in the left.
So business hadn’t been prosperous lately. Well, not the business that made him money, anyway. The influx of supernatural activity had kept him on his website a lot of the time. Researching, posting links to different information, making phone calls and appointments for busy hunters on the road; this is what had kept him distracted from the wellspring of money dripping from the fine old antebellum homes in this part of the country.

Well, shit. Tonight was a little quieter than most of them, and those seventeen dollars were burning a hole in his pocket and he was awfully thirsty and bein’ pent up in that hole in the wall hotel room watching rats and soft core porn was driving him batty. He needed something to shake him up, and he needed it bad.
The man was an adrenaline junkie, and going without it, he was having some serious withdrawals.

He didn’t spend long thinking about what he was going to wear, cause he wasn’t a chick. A pair of low-slung jeans. A short sleeve black tee-shirt over a long sleeve gray one. A pair of boots. Perfect. Jackson grabbed his black leather coat on the way out the door, excited like a little boy on Christmas morning that he was gonna’ get to drive his bike and it was chilly enough out side to see his breath. Maybe the roads would be slippery. Oh yeah, he was getting his fix.

It didn’t take long to get to the pool hall, but he was just in time to amble in wearing that cocky grin and a mouth thirsty for some excitement.

Some rough neck guys were knocking balls across the smooth green felt, so he wandered over, waving to a cute waitress as she passed and giving her the international sign for he needed a cold one; his hand tilting up an invisible glass to his lips.
They were so easy.
He had most of their drinking money before they were done with game number three, and they were getting hot! One of the bikers accused Jack of cheating, and he shoved the Cajun in the shoulder. The other one fist a whole lotta’ hand full of his black tee-shirt, and the mischievous Kincaid let out an amused laugh.
“That all you got?” He teased the bikers with amusement sparkling brightly in his eyes; more blue than green tonight, to fit his mood.

Catching the fist of one swinging goon, Jackson tilted the beer up to his lips and drained the last of its contents before bringing down across the man’s temple. He dropped like a rock, which was a good thing; cause goon number two didn’t like that one bit.
Jackson’s heritage gave him just a little more strength than your average man. It gave him a quicker reaction time too, being there was wolf in him somewhere deep. He ducked the big ham of a hand coming at his head and came back up to grab the son-of-a-bitch by the collar, rearing back and thrusting forehead so that their skulls met and then the other guys skull hit the floor.

“Damn, that hurt.” Jack rubbed at the growing red on his head and shook it to clear the stars, holding onto chairs on his way back to the bar.

Hopefully he’d have time for one more drink before someone tossed him out. Hopefully…What a minute…

A sideways grin curved up the corner of the bandits lip as he made his way to the stool next to the dark haired trouble maker. He’d grown up in the life long enough to recognize a Rhys-Damara, but he was glad of all of them she was the Rhys-Damara he’d run into.

Anybody else and it probably would have been, ‘You need to call home more, Jackson., cause he knew his mama still had a big mouth and liked to torture him by way of family and extended family. But Little Mak, who’d grown into damn straight sexy Mak, had her own agenda. She was just the kinda’ trouble he wanted to get into tonight.

“Hey there, Miss. Kitty.” He perched on the stool beside her, turning so he could flash her a bright, playful grin. “What’s got you out of the cat box tonight?”
Lofting his eyebrows high, he laughed and flagged down the bartender. “I’ll have a Rum and Coke.” And he turned to Makayla. “What’s your poison?”



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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

[bg=0f101c][atrb=width,469,true][atrb=border,0,true] Makayla had wanted a night out on town . She had loads of things on her mind and lots was shaking up there lot of memories being back home. She does come home, but she is mostly in New York! She was sat there sipping at her drink, and playing with her lighter tempted to set it on fire just too see how fast it would burn up with all the things on the bar top. Lot of lots of booze has been spilled on the top. Someone had came and sat beside her perching himself on the stool beside her and called her Kitty. She smirked and turned to see who had made the comment and called her kitty. She was the type of girl that was used to be called bitch or whatever. “Well, well well if it isn’t renegade Kincaid. Where have you been hiding Mr. Man.? You don’t call you don’t write. Where’s the love?” She asked and tilted her head to get a better look at him. It has been a while since she had seen him. She is a busy little thing with work and what not, and now family dramas. When isn’t there something going on in the Rhys- Damara family. She has so many siblings it is crazy. Jackson should know he is a family friend and they all seemed to run in the same circles. She couldn’t help, but snicker when he asked her why she was out of the cat box. “What can I say Kitty got bored and needed some new litter to play with…” It was true she was bored and memories always come floating to the surface when she comes around and she needed to have some fun. “Getting yourself into trouble, Jackson?” She asked seeing as he had a red mark from where he got hit. He had been in the brawl that had started over at the pool tables. She had moved closer, propping one of her arms, on the bar and rubbed over where he had the redness stroking it softly. “Don’t you know you are supposed to dodge those hits.” Kayla told him. Jackson had ordered a drink and asked her what her poison was. “ Are you offering to by me a drink trouble? You are too adorable.” She told him and pinched his cheek. “If you insist on knowing I have been drinking Raspberry Sambuca’s” She had told him, and adjusted herself in the seat a little more. “ Tell me what have you been up to? It will be our little secret. I won’t tell your mother I have seen you at all.” She didn’t really care to explain why she was home just yet, but was interested in what trouble he has been getting himself into. Tags : Jackson <3 Wearing : >> Clicky Me << Location : Local Bar / pool hall in Texas Timeframe : Beginning of November 2035 OOC Comments : Hope this works for you and is workable and you can work with it. Sorry that it is a little short. <3

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[Jackson Taylor Kincaid]

Jack had to smirk at Mak’s familiar sense of humor. He knew as well as she did those letters would have gone unanswered and the phone messages would have likely been deleted before she’d even taken a minute to listen to them. The feisty piece of work was just too much of a party girl to worry about the little things. Besides, he wasn’t really a long distance relationship kinda’ guy anyway. Even with his family and friends he preferred to just show up at inopportune times; you know, in case he could catch them doing something they really shouldn’t be doing. Blackmail was a fun game and those candid pictures weren’t quite as believable if the subject matter saw it coming.

“Hell yeah I’m getting myself into trouble.” The young man answered and nodded a thanks to the bartender when a rum and coke was set before him. He wrapped his palm around the thick glass tumbler and lifted it to his lips, wincing at the spicy burn it left down his throat but sighing in contentment a moment later when a nice warmth spread through his middle as it settled in his stomach. “But you know Trouble is my middle name…well, second after Taylor of course. What kind of man do you think I am anyway? Legality is boring. Danger is much more fun.”

A sheepish, very un-Jackson like grin came across his face when Makayla reached out to touch the red knot that was rising across his forehead. He leaned back and playfully shooed her hand away, shaking his head and wishing she’d seen the brawl with her own eyes because it would likely have been more impressive than telling her he’d head butted the guy…which…just sounded like a really stupid thing to do.
“Yeah, well…I’ll remember that next time.” He answered and smirked, settling back in his stool and crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe next time I’ll just take their loot without them knowing, but…maybe not because it’s more fun to see those veins pop out of their necks when they get all mad…”

Once again the feisty brunette reached to handle him as if he was a five-year-old and Jackson shooed the hand that attempted to pinch his cheek. His mood-ring blue-green eyes lifted to the bartender who’d been wiping a spot near them and the stranger nodded having heard the drink order, moving quickly to place another fruity tumbler in front of the woman.
He took another pull off his own drink and wiped across his lips with the back of his hand and then shrugged, wishing he had something more exciting to tell the firecracker than he’d been playing on his computer. “Not much, to be honest Mak.” Jack played with the rim of his glass with a finger, fishing out an ice cube and popping it into his mouth.”

Mmmm. Spicy.

He started munching on the ice cube, talking to the woman as he chewed. “You know how busy our…ah…kin have been with the freaking flood of supernaturals lately?” He knew Makayla was in the know, so he didn’t bother hiding the truth from her. “Well, I’ve got this website that they can use to find out info on the monsters their huntin’ or if they need a place to crash while they’re travelin’ I can hook them up with other hunter families in town. That’s been keeping me attached to my laptop a lot. Not as exciting as what you’ve been up to I’m sure.”

He grinned; eager to hear all about the latest drama that’d she’d been into. “So what exactly have you been up to, Mak Attack? It’s been too long. How’s the family? Still as dramatic as a soap opera?”

[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

[bg=0f101c][atrb=width,469,true][atrb=border,0,true] Makayla of course had asked him if he had been getting into trouble. He like herself was a troublemaker, and she seen that little fight over in the corner at the pool tables. She knew all to well how Mr. Jackson Kincaid could be and how he has sticky fingers… She smirked and chuckled at his comments about getting into trouble and how it was his middle name after Taylor. She shook her head at that and scrunched up her nose. “I think your parents named you wrong then. It should be Trouble Jackson Taylor Kincaid not Jackson Taylor Trouble Kincaid. “ Jackson was right danger was much more fun and Jackson was the dangerous sort of dude and liked to get into a bit of trouble. She wouldn’t be surprised if his mother had some gray hairs already worrying about him and his stunts. She had tried to touch over that red knot on his face where he had been hit, but he had shooed her off. He didn’t seem the type to like to be babied in that way, he was far from a baby, and she was probably reminding him of his mother doing that eh? She had teased him and told him he was supposed to dodge those punches. She seen that there had been a fight just hadn’t known he was over there in it. If she would have had went and cheered him on like a little troubled fan girl. She loved to start trouble herself. It made life interesting for her. She after all is a bitch like that. He was telling her how maybe next time he would just steal their loot, but how he liked to see their veins pop in their necks. “You are totally right. What fun is it if they don’t know…? Sometimes it is a good way to go if you are out numbered, but I think you could take most people.” She said with a nod sipping her drink and watching him sat there with his hands crossed over his chest. A few moments later she was trying to pinch them cute little cheeks of his like he was a five year old, and he shooed her hand off again not allowing it. She chuckled softly to herself seeing what she could get away with. He had actually gotten her a refill of her drink. What a sweet heart he could be. “Thank you.” She had replied, and sipped on her refilled drink. She was planning to have some fun tonight. Oh, god she could hear her momma already saying something about if you don’t lose any clothes tonight you are doing something wrong. Her momma was bad bad bad when it comes to partying and having fun. She doesn’t know how her daddy deals with that. Her momma could be down right embarrassing to them. She was glad mommy dearest was still away….Kayla tended to ignore her mother’s calls or would answer and hang up saying she is busy having sex. Could be a complete lie, but maybe the truth some of the time. Kayla didn’t want any more lectures about going to the wedding and she was sure her mother would be one of the ones to lecture her. She loves Tams to death, but doesn’t want to make a big deal on the matter. She figured Tameryn and Mr. Rawley were safer with out her there. Look at all the pain she had caused them in the past. Makayla had asked him what he had been up to and he had told her not much… She tsk, tsk, tsk at him and waggled a finger at him. She nodded when he said that she knew how busy their kind has been with the supernatural beings out there and how busy that business has become. “Of course I do. I might not be head on in the game. Can’t wreck this pretty face now can I? I do still hear things threw the grapevine and will jump in when I can.” She said facing him and twirling her finger around in her drinking. Jackson had been explaining to her about his site and things he had started up. It had been a good idea to start. “Now who said my life is exciting.” She said tapping his nose. She did have an exciting life always busy… “I am glad your site is successful, Jackson. You know what they say thought Jackson and no play makes him a very dull Mr. I am glad you got out of the dungeons to have a little fun.. I wouldn’t want you to die of that boredom syndrome.” She knows there is no such thing as that, but she really didn’t want him to bore himself to death. He had asked her about her own dramas and if her family has been like soap and how they were doing… “You know my family when isn’t it a soap. I swear we should have our own sitcom.” She said shaking her head letting off a little sigh. “You know my sister Tameryn she is getting married and she is pregnant again. She is making me feel old. Besides Reah she is the baby and they want me to go to the wedding and I am telling them I am not going and they are trying to fight me on it.” Kayla said with a soft sigh looking down at her drink and thinking about the past and bad experiences and things Tams had to learn because of her and her screw-ups that she didn’t really tell too many people outside of her family. “ Nerd, you know my brother. He is getting divorced and the bitch from hell who I want to kill wants to take him to the cleaners and wants everything including a half a million dollars, which he doesn’t have, and you know he will not ask mum or dad. I just want to shank her. “ Thinking of that witch from hell really pisses kay off. “She is getting the house to boot and Nerd is staying with Tameryn. Daddy is up from the Bahamas seeing as Kellen is sick again his cancer came back and it is why they wedding must go on. Why I don’t get it.” Maybe Jackson would get why Tameryn felt the way she did about the getting married, but Kayla herself didn’t. “I am waiting for my momma to say she is pregnant and I have another sibling on the way…” It wouldn’t shock Kay on bit with how her parents are and she still thinks it is EWWWWWWWWWWW and wants to pluck her own eyes out at the thought of her parents doing it. “How about your parents? What are they up to have you heard from them?” It made Kay wonder if his parents and himself were invited to the wedding. If anything else beyond the wedding dramas was going on with her other siblings, she didn’t know. She hasn’t spoken to the rest in a bit. Tags : Jackson <3 Wearing : >> Clicky Me << Location : Local Bar / pool hall in Texas Timeframe : Beginning of November 2035 OOC Comments : Hope my ramble works for you <3. <3

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[Jackson Taylor Kincaid]

Even though Makayla was treating him like a two-year old with all the pinching and things, Jack couldn’t help but puff his chest out proudly when the sexy woman commented on how he could probably take most people, even when out numbered. He’d heard rumors about how she’d exchanged male lovers for female, but still, the dark haired vixen could make even toughest of roughnecks blush like a youngin’ with his first crush and he was no different. He covered up the unlikely sheepishness with a familiar ‘Jack’ like smirk, and tilted his drink up to his lips for a deep pull.

He shook his head with a grin when the vixen said that she couldn’t mess up her pretty face by actually playing the hunting game, but Jackson thought it was likely it would be the other way around. “I don’t believe it Mak. I’ve seen your moves and I know how you secretly keep those bright red fingernails sharpened just in case.” The dark-haired man reached for her hand to make his point, and they really –weren't- sharpened to points, but still. He imagined Kay wasn’t the type of chick you wanted to mess with if you knew what was good for you.

The vixen tapped at his nose and inquired about why he thought her life was exciting, and this time he didn’t bother to shoo the hand away, instead shrugging and taking another pull from his drink. He hadn’t been around the ‘family’ that much on account he couldn’t seem to stay in one place for very long, but he was sure he’d heard something about the woman modeling…or acting…or something.
A chuckle escaped him when Mak remarked on dungeons and being a dull Mr. and honestly, he couldn’t have agreed more. He wasn’t the type of man to usually sit around typing away on the computer like some techno geek, but he had to do what he had to do, and lately, it was what was needed of him the most.

Makayla went on to tell him about her family; Tammy pregnant again and a wedding (which brought a wince from the man because truthfully he didn’t believe in them and hoped to never get tied down by such formalities) and then her brother Nerd who was getting divorced from a bitch she wanted to kill and god help that lady because sometimes Mak could be down right scary when she was mad, but finally Jack cringed at the news of her Damon and Kellen and the cancer coming back, because he knew as well as everyone else Kellen was Tams forever love as well as her best friend. It was going to kill her to loose him if it came to that.

Jackson shrugged at the question about his parents as if it was no big deal he hadn’t seem them in months even though he really, really missed his mama and their late night zombie target practices and rough housing with the Big, Bad Wolf.
“Oh, you know Misery and the Wolf. They’re probably locked up somewhere having rough sex or off on some trip to Scotland so that mama can visit the graveyards there.” He answered playfully, not at all sickened by the thought of his parents ‘doing it’. That was just them…and he’d grown up with it all his life.

“I haven’t seen them in a while but I know they’ll be at the wedding…” He added and downed the last of his Rum and Coke and waved the bartender back over with a devious grin. She wanted to have some fun and he was gonna’ give it to her damnit! “Give me another one of these and two shots of straight spicy (rum).” His mood-ring green-blue eyes flickered when he looked back at Mak and lofted a dark brow at her. “I say we get good and drunk tonight. How does that sound for fun?”



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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

[bg=0f101c][atrb=width,469,true][atrb=border,0,true] Oh yes she was picking on Mr. Kincaid to see what she could get away with when she kept trying to pinchy his cute little cheeks. Who wouldn’t want to pinch them? They are adorable and it was a thing of hers when it comes to people she knows. She likes to see how far she can push them, he would swat her hand away, and she would smirk. She was going to get them cheeks before the night was over. She could make him blush all shades she was sure. She was used to males gawking at her, but they usually weren’t gawking at her for her, but for her full package of course. She really was blessed with her looks from her mama. She had even told him she couldn’t mess up her face playing the hunting game that they were trained in. That and there wasn’t really any money in it, and Miss Makayla loved her money. She smirked and snickered at his comment about her red finger nails. “ Yeah you know it is easy to slit them vampires throats if they come at me or mean girls eyes out!” In the fashion world there were lots of mean girls. Her nails weren’t sharp, like he was thinking, but she could still do some damage if anyone stepped to her. Those who knew her knew not to push her buttons because she will make you pay for it. She had listened to Jackson telling her what he had been up to with his website and he was away in the dungeons of the world, but it was good he was helping the hunters some are so clueless they need all the help they could get and wouldn’t recognize a vampire if they bit them in the ass. She couldn’t believe the things she has over heard threw out the years. She had heard things that make her sit about and laugh… She was telling him of all things that were up flying her way with the family and she asked him of his and he responded with something about misery and the wolf having rough sex. She scrunched up her nose and downed her drink, tapping the glass on the table for a refill. “ That’s just a tad bit too much info there Jackson. Though I must admit your momma is one sexy woman.” Makayla said with a soft giggle and a wink at him. She was so waiting for him to go ewwwwwwww Makayla that is my momma you are talking about, but she couldn’t help herself she had to say it and Kay was one to speak her mind. Jackson hadn’t seen them in a while so was he hiding from them. She gave him the what did you do look. He had to be staying away for a reason right? They would be at the wedding so that was good. She was glad they would be there. He had said that they should get good and drunk tonight and asked her how that sounded. For a dude he had gorgeous eyes. She always noticed that about him. She was really observant. “ Sounds good to me. Sure you are not trying to get me good and drunk so you can get in my knickers Mr. Kincaid.” She teased, batting her eyelashes some at him. She just wanted to see what he would say. It was good to have some good fun with her buddy. He had ordered another too. “ I say we paint the town red tonight! Give them something to talk about.” She said with a playful wink…they are two sexy people why wouldn’t they be talked about? " Bring us a bottle of you most expensive and rock em sock em down to the ground bottles of booze."

[/b]Kay said to the bartended being the smexy little vixen she is trying to get it for free. " I say we have a drinking contest Jackson are you game?" She asked. " If I win you do what I say. If I lose. I will do anything you want." she said to him, and moved in closer to his ear and whispered 'anything.' nibbling playfully at his ear and growling at him. Yes, she was trying to make him flush several shades. She was one devilish vixen. Her cousin didnt call her devil woman for nothing. She had backed up to look at him, and waited to see his reaction and what he would say.

Tags : Jackson <3
Wearing : >> Clicky Me <<
Location : Local Bar / pool hall in Texas
Timeframe : Beginning of November 2035
OOC Comments : Hope this works for you.. Poor Jackson.. She is trying to get him going <3. <3
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[Jackson Taylor Kincaid]

At Makayla’s comment about Misery being a sexy mama, Jack scrunched up his face, and a visible shudder went through him. He knew his mother was a pretty woman, and from the way his father stared at her when she wasn’t looking he had to guess she had a certain appeal that -he- couldn’t see, but damn woman! This was his mama!
He shook his head and snorted, lifting a skinny red stir straw from the bar in front of him, to pop it into the side of his mouth for a chew.
The straw was still there when the tender slid two shots of rum in front of them (the one being for him, the second for Mak if she wanted) and he moved it to the side with his tongue as he lifted the little glass full of ocher liquid to his lips and tossed it down his throat.

He choked on the shot, coughing like there was bones in the liquor when Mak asked him if he was trying to get her drunk to get in her pants, and though it hadn’t been his first thought, now he couldn’t help but let the reflection of such actions turn his mouth up at the corner in a mischievous smile and his blue-green eyes to twinkle even more than the moment before.
“Why in the hell would I want to get in your knickers, Miss. Rhys-Damara? Look at how thin you are. I wouldn’t be able to pull them over one ass cheek!” Jack reached to pinch her tiny waist, knowing full well what she had meant but turning it around on her because he knew the fiesty Rose liked a good laugh as much as he did.

He liked the idea of painting the town red and giving them something to talk about, so Jackson nodded vehemently when Mak ordered a bottle of the good stuff and did it in such a sexy manner that he reckoned the bartender wouldn’t charge her for it. From the way he was gawking at her he was probably thinking he would be repaid for it in some way other than cash, but the poor sap, he couldn’t have been more mistaken. Makayla was more likely to take him home just so she could steal his girl, and that girl, unable to deny those chocolate eyes when she batted them, wouldn’t even know what hit her.

Of course, it was Jack’s turn to liquefy into a puddle of man goo when the vixen leaned over to murmur what the victor of the drinking contest between them would win, and a tremble stole up his spin and an unbidden moan escaped parted lips. It took him a minute to regain his composure, for the mental images now playing out in his mind were akin to a cerebral porno, and damn her! She’d done it on purpose.

“You naughty girl! Donchoo know naughty girls get coals from Santa instead of diamonds?” He teased, but his voice broke like that of a teenage boy hitting puberty, and he flushed a little before clearing his throat and forcing a nonchalant expression on his boyish face.
The bartender was looking none too happy seeing Kayla leaning in to whisper in Jack’s ear, but he slid a bottle of something potent in front of them anyway, along with two clean tumbler glasses.

Jackson filled the tumblers and pushed one towards Mak, lifting his up in the air in an invitation to clink glasses. “Let the games begin…” He told her with an air of roguishness and downed the shot, slamming the empty onto the counter in front of him.

By this time the ham head on the floor from earlier had stirred awake, and a little dazed, but a whole lot angry, was trying to sneak up behind the unsuspecting Jackson. What a laugh. The wolf inside Jackson awarded him better hearing, and just as the bad biker was about to grab him up, Jack lifted a backwards fist indifferently and cracked him in the nose. Silly human. He dropped again; and this time probably wouldn’t wake up for an hour or more.

[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

[bg=0f101c][atrb=width,469,true][atrb=border,0,true] Jackson may not have thought his momma was a sexy momma with the way he scrunched up that face of his when she mentioned it, but she thought his momma was damn fine especially for her age she is gorgeous. Makayla only hoped to look half as good at that age. Her own momma looks gorgeous for her age and almost as if, she could be one of the girls instead of her momma. They do have some good genes in their family. The bartender had slid over their rum; she had took her glass and twirled her finger around the glass as if teasing the glass. Jackson seemed to choke on his drink as she had asked him if he had intended to get her drunk to get in her knickers. Kayla was such a flirt sometimes, especially with the dudes she knew pretty well. Makayla had things that happened to her in the past that none of them, but the family had known about. She was sure if they knew they might have wanted to kill the dudes themselves. If she got to smashed he, best take care of her. She hoped that he would she didn’t want to do anything too stupid… Sometimes getting too smashed she did stupid things, but Jackson was fun. She adored how his eyes twinkled when he was a little mischvious. She laughed a little, when he had told her that he wouldn’t be able to get her panties over one side of his ass cheeks, because she is so thin and her tiny little waist. A grin sprawled upon her lips as he did so and let out a small giggle and slapped his hands away. “You know you don’t want to touch this. I am too hot to handle.”

[/b]She said playfully with a wink “You damn well know that wasn’t what I meant either, but I got to admit it would be damn sexy to watch that tight ass of yours trying to get into a pair of my panties.” [/b]

She had leaned over and ordered the bottle and had the bartender wrapped around her finger. She was able to do so with most men and sometimes woman depending which way they went. Makayla must have got this natural charm from her momma. Her momma was a big flirt in the day and apparently got around, and so far, there hasn’t been one thing Makayla hadn’t tried once really. Jackson was one of the people in her life besides her brothers that she actually felt safe with. Most guys unless she wanted something she was a stone cold bitch to, because she hated some of their ways and how they treat and act towards woman.

The bartender had been eating into her charms like most did, and she smirked and totally liked that, and then she purposely turned the charms on Jackson. She loved it to and she knew she could too it made it all the more fun for her, she told him the rules of the game and loved how she made him let out moan turning him into jelly as she did so. She smirked to herself satisfied, and slid back on to her stool. As she drank up the glass of rum, she still had in front of her. It was cute how he told her that Santa brought naughty girls coals for Christmas instead of diamonds and didn’t even notice the look the tender had been giving them because of her flirty remarks and demeanor towards Jackson and she surely got him hot under the collar.

“Ahh pooh, then it looks like Santa will be bringing me boat loads of coal this year, whatever am I to do? I guess I will have to find some poor rich sap to buy me some for Christmas. Do you know any?” If he knew of any rich saps she was sure he would have cleaned them out by now. She knows how Mr. Kincaid can be.

She watched as he poured them their drinks. All in all Jackson was a good dude no matter how many illegal things he did. He in his own was sweet and was trying to protect the innocent people out their in the world. She went to the same school and was raised in the life of hunters. Some hunters probably say she is a selfish bitch, because she isn’t out their constantly fighting the good fight, but is out their in the world trying to act normal. It was something she didn’t dwell one because sometimes it was easier not to care and be the bitch. She admired Jackson for what he is doing with his website.

She had taken her glass and scanned the room, holding up her glass to his when he did so “ Cheers, let the games begin, but you do know if I get to drunk you best take care of me.” stated, drinking her drink down placing the tumbler back down on the table. She grabbed the bottle to pour them both another as this huge biker dude tried to sneak up in back of Jackson and get the drop on him, but Jackson had got him good and the dude fell to the floor with a loud thud. “ Now what did you do to piss him off Jackson steal his lunch money,” she teased, letting her fingers skip up Jackson’s Arm, as she poked at the sprawled out dude on the floor to see if he would stir. He was out like a light.

“My hero.”[/b] She complimented Jackson. It could have gotten rather ugly if he did get the drop on them. “Clean up on aisle 4.” She giggling, and picked up her drink and drank that one down. Switching Drinks probably was no good for her, but she had drank it anyways. She was safe with Jackson. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Or would he? One thing was for sure she was having a good time with Jackson. He always did know how to bring about the fun.

Tags : Jackson <3
Wearing : >> Clicky Me <<
Location : Local Bar / pool hall in Texas
Timeframe : Begining of November 2035
OOC Comments : Hope this works for you... <3

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[Jackson Taylor Kincaid]

Jackson’s fist connected with the ham head’s nose so hard, that it ached from the blow. “Damn.” He winced and shook out his hand, blowing on it as if that would dull the pain and paying no attention to the fact that there was an unconscious man on the floor beneath his stool, or that bartender was picking up the phone to call the fuzz.
Unperturbed, the mischievous man smirked in response to Mak’s impish comments and poured another shot, downing it with only a slight cringe followed by a satisfied growl before shaking is head at her.

“Nah…I just conned him on a game of pool.” Jack answered, wiping the back of his hand across his lips and leaning down to look at the guy. “Doubt it was his lunch money…probably the cash he’s been saving up for a manicure and pedicure.” He chuckled and shook his dark head, mood ring blue-green eyes laughing as well when they lifted to meet MaKayla’s sparkling ones. He was glad she wasn’t easy upset or this pleasant reunion would have been cut short. Despite the fact that she knew he was trouble, she was still ready to play. Hell, she was trouble too and he knew it. Probably the reason the pair got along so easily.

By now the bartender had hung up the phone and was seething at Jackson. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was telling the pair that the cops were on their way. Jack just grinned and gave him the one finger salute, grabbing up the expensive liquor by the bottle neck and then Mak’s hand, tugging her quickly out of the bar.

“Hope you don’t mind finding another place to paint crimson, but me and the law don’t really see eye to eye.” Jackson told her and pulled her towards his bike, taking a long pull from the bottle before passing it to her. He only had one helmet, which he grabbed up from the handle bar where it had been hung, and traded the protective gear for the liquor after she had taken a swing for herself.
“Take a ride with me…” He suggested with a sly smile written across his lips. He raised his brows in expectation and tilted his head towards the bike, knowing that the sexy woman loved a little thrill as much as he did. “I promise to make it nice and dangerous, and maybe I’ll even let you drive later…”

With that Jackson growled playfully and threw his leg over the bike, starting it up with a satisfying roar of powerful engine. Once MaKayla was settled nice and close behind him; arms around his waist and hips pressed against his rear, Jack took another long pull from the bottle, handed it back to her then howled, taking off recklessly into traffic.
“Hold on tight Mak Attak!”

They speed at breakneck velocity through the busy city streets, weaving and swerving perilously and at times barely missing other vehicles as well as wrecking the motorcycle.
It wasn’t that Jack didn’t know how to handle the steel horse that roared underneath them, but he liked to give the middle finger to the Grim Reaper; teasing him just out of death’s skeletal reach.

Finally, they pulled into a ritzy neighborhood where mansions lined the streets instead of houses, and the cars parked in front were Lamborghini’s instead of mini vans.
Jackson cut the lights and came to a stop in front of one such manor; cutting the engine and offering Mak one of his trademark, impish smirks. “You really wanna’ have some fun tonight?” he challenged her, cocking his head toward the home, which just so happened to belong to the governor of the state who just so happened to be out of town.