RP: Jazz Who: Jasper and some random guy Where: A London residence When: May 16 afternoon Rating/Warnings: language Summary: Jasper is back to how he was before
Jasper's breath came in ragged gasps as he rolled onto his back beside his companion. He couldn't remember the guy's name even; he thought it might begin with a M but he wasn't sure. They'd met the night before after everyone else in Jazz's party had gone home. Jasper hadn't felt like going back to his empty flat and the farm was definitely a no no when Bryn and Rose headed back there together.
Oliver hadn't joined them. Jasper wasn't sure if it was that fact that made him go home with the guy he'd just fucked. Or the fact that Bryn hadn't seemed too ruffled by the fact he'd moved out. Whatever the reason, he'd woken up here just before lunch and rerun their last act of the night before.
'That was great, you were hot.'
Jazz smirked slightly at the compliment, noticing the accent in the guy's voice. 'Thanks. You're Australian.' He glanced round the room. 'This is a hotel...' His eyes settled on the watch he always wore and he swore softly. 'And I've got to work.' He dressed quickly, promising to call (Mark had written his number on his arm in pen) and escaped the room before apparating back to his place.
Stripping again he fell into his own bed and pulled the covers over his head. It was true, he did have to work. But not until the morning. Closing he eyes he drifted off into a restless sleep.