𝐼 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝐿𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 [p]

Jay's lips pulled into a smile as the girl stumbled into his arms. He embraced her tightly, and frowned slightly when she pulled away. Jay was tall and athletic, showing off his firm, sculpted arms in a simple white t-shirt. He pursed his lips at her comment. "You're welcome, I guess, but I think you've had one too many to drink." He chuckled. Why did she keep bringing up some flowers? She'd texted that to him, too. The girl must be delusional. "You look awfully sexy tonight. How was your interview, gorgeous?" He changed the subject, speaking loud enough to be heard over the blaring music as he ran his dark orbs over Hazel's outfit.

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Jay lifted his palms defensively, taking a step back. "Nothing," He spoke, a little hurt. Why was she acting so scared of him? She knew him? He felt a trickle of anger roll through his system. She had been the one who told him to come to Midnight Ink, after all. She had acted ecstatic to see him. She kept thanking about some flowers, whatever the hell that meant. "Why did you invite me here tonight, then?" He quizzed, kneading his brows in confusion. If she didn't want to see him, why had she asked?

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Jay blinked, shaking his head mildly in confusion. "I don't know where you're getting flowers from, Haze. I don't think I've ever sent you flowers...?" He licked his lips as he attempted to reason with her obviously alcohol-tainted mind. Before he could say more, however, she whisked off, claiming that she needed the bathroom. The Asian took a few steps after her, but then stopped himself. She probably didn't want him to pursue her. But, still, why had she invited him then? The boy turned around to come face to face with a flustered Mimi. "What the hell did you do?" She snarled, jabbing a finger into the boy's chest. She'd arrived just in time to see Hazel dashing away from the dark-haired male. Jay opened his mouth to defend himself, but Mimi raised a palm to shut him up. "Don't wanna hear it. I gotta go to Hazel." She pushed roughly past him and hurried to where Hazel was stationed by the bathroom. "Girl, you okay? I go for one... Or maybe six shots of tequila, and you call Jay over?" She shook her head drunkenly, pressing her fingers against her temples. She still wasn't drunk enough to handle that boy. She could feel a drunken anger taking toll on her.

Mimi rubbed at her dark orbs, feeling the alcohol slowing down her entire system. She felt good, but she was also overly-irritated about the Jay situation. Even if she had been the one who had given Hazel the option to invite him. She sighed, dropping her hands to her side. "What about him, Mimi? That interview should mean nothing to you, you got plenty of other places to apply, it's not the end of the world..." She tried to reassure her friend. She wasn't even sure if the words were coming out right. She kept thinking about Jay's stupid face.

Mimi pursed her lips, wanting to form a snarky response but choosing not to. They had come out for a good time, after all. She wasn't about to let some stupid boys ruin it. Speaking of boys, the girl's mind wandered back to a handsome Cuban she had met at the bar when she had gone to refill her stomach with liquor. She smiled drunkenly at the blurry image of him she still held in her head. Alcohol always made her lovey-dovey. After waiting for a few minutes, Mimi got impatient and clacked up to the stall Hazel had disappeared into, giving a knock on the door. "Hey, Hazel, I'm gonna head back to the bar." She hiccuped.

Jay hadn't come with any friends, suspecting that he would be hanging out with Hazel. After all, she had been the one who had invited him. He swayed a little awkwardly amongst the strangers before pulling out his phone and shooting a text to the girl: 'hey, everything alright?'

Jay kneaded his brows in confusion when the female approached him, but still nodded when she asked about leaving the flashing lights and blaring music. He followed her in silence through the crowd of people, sensing her mood.

"Something's wrong?" He guessed once they were far enough away that he didn't have to yell to be heard. His almond-shaped optics trailed over her features. "You seem tired."

Jay blinked in confusion as the female wrapped her arms around him. Only minutes before she had dashed away, acting as if she felt assaulted by him. A little hesitantly, the boy returned the embrace. "I'm guessing the interview wasn't a success?" He spoke after a moment, unable to think of anything else that would have soured Hazel's day. He knew that landing the Masarotto job was important to her.

Jay noticed that she changed the subject, and frowned slightly. "I figured. You keep bringing up some flowers." He shook his head. Placing his hands on his hips, the boy looked the girl up and down. She certainly looked like she'd had one too many cosmopolitans. He knew he should've dropped the topic, but he found himself curious. Mostly due to how weathered Hazel looked and how she refused to answer his question. "The interview, though? Is that what's got you like this?" He pushed.

Jay looked annoyed. Folding his arms over his chest, the boy frowned at Hazel. "What was so bad about it?" He asked, unable to take the hint. He was curious, and he felt like he deserved a little more of an explanation. Obviously she hadn't gotten the job, but that didn't seem like enough to make her have to go drown her sorrows in alcohol. If that was the case, then she was certainly overreacting. At the query about the flowers, the boy tilted his head curiously. Someone had sent Hazel flowers? He felt a pang of jealousy in his chest, and wished that he had simply gone along with it and welcomed her for the bouquet.

Jay rubbed the back of his neck, ogling the girl curiously. What on earth was she blabbering about? Had she just called the job a 'he'? "You sure wanted the job last time I talked with you." He vocalized, leaning his back against the wall. She had turned away from him, but he didn't mind. The outfit she was wearing hung to her curves perfectly, and took the time to examine her figure from behind. He hadn't had anything to drink, and his sobriety made her drunkenness stand out even more.