JR Jones (jrjonesjr) wrote in new_salem, @ 2016-06-21 20:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | grey morgan, jacob jones jr, river seina |
Saturday
Who: JR, River and Grey
When: Saturday Night
Where: The strip club where River and Grey work
What: JR finds his sister and Grey has to step in.
Going out this close to a full moon, his first full moon since being bitten, was not the best idea and JR knew it. But if he had to spend one more night cooped up in this goddamn apartment, he was going to lose his fucking mind. Grey was gone, working or whatever, so it was just him and the television remote and fuck all interesting to watch. So he'd taken a nice, long hot shower before deciding to pull on some clothes and head out. The cooler air of the night felt good, amazing in fact, but he could feel the pull of the moon. It was like electricity just beneath his skin, humming and pulsing, making every nerve ending in his body stand at attention. He needed something to work it out, something to focus on that could help him channel some of that energy. He also needed a fucking drink.
And that was how he had ended up at the strip club, a place with booze and dancing whores, one of whom he was certain he could pay for at the very least a handjob. He'd checked his leather jacket at the front of the club and had stepped into the darkness, his senses assaulted with the very tangible scent of lust. He headed over to the bar to get a drink, a double shot of Jagermeister, chilled. He had just downed the harsh liquid when his newly attuned senses picked up on something else. There was not one but two familiar scents in this place. The first was easily overlooked as he had been around Grey for weeks now and just assumed that the smell clung to his clothes, but the second was one he hadn't detected in quite some time.
Turning away from the bar, JR's eyes scanned the darkness of the club. He didn't see her at first, had overlooked her in his first quick scan thanks to the platinum blonde wig she was wearing, but when his eyes passed by a second time, he found her. There was no mistaking that body, the way she moved. It was her, his Rio, and she was drifting through the crowd, entertaining and engaging some of the patrons in between sets. Of course she worked at a place like this. Stupid little whore. His temper flared, his hands balled into fists, blood pooling in his palms where his nails dug into flesh and tinging the air with its coppery scent. And before he could think twice about it, he was on his feet, covering the distance between them in quick strides.
He grabbed her upper arm roughly, her back turned to him, smearing her flesh with his blood as he spun her around to face him.