𝐼 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝐿𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 [p]

Mimi gaped at her friend as she spilled all the details about the past hour. "Sounds... eventful." She allowed, shaking her head slightly. The world was spinning to the latina, a mixture of her high alcohol consumption and the worry she'd experienced when she couldn't contact Hazel. Pressing her fingers to her temples, the fae momentarily closed her almond eyes. "I think I'm gonna go have cigarette. Jay's at the bar if you want to go scream at him." She sighed before walking off.

Jay was slumped in a bar stool, looking miserable as he stared into a glass of whiskey and chatted absently with the curly-haired girl seated next to him.

Molly Rivers, the lass who had interviewed with Alexander earlier that day at the Masarotto Hotel, was also pulling up a seat at the bar.

Jay looked over at Hazel, surprise clear in his puppy-dog eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but Hazel said the words for him. He stared back down at his whiskey glass, pondering what to say. "I guess I should apologize, too, then." He said at last, not looking at the brunette. "But... Hazel... Wasn't that the guy who interviewed you today? I thought..." He trailed off, shaking his head. He was a whirlwind of jealousy and hurt, and he didn't know if he really wanted to know the details any more. He lifted the cup to his lips and downed the remainder of the dark brown liquid.

Jay's orbs trailed over to his hand when Hazel touched it, then they traveled over to the girl. He pursed his lips at her words, his brows knitting together. "I'm sorry." He said at last, shrugging his broad shoulders. "I guess I just expected tonight to go differently. I don't really know why you invited me." He sighed. He looked back down into the empty glass, wanting to gulp down another shot but knowing he probably shouldn't.

The male felt his heart lurch in his chest at her words, and he looked quickly up at her, his lips slightly parted in surprise. Hope glittered in his dark orbs, although deep-down he still had his doubts that she meant she said. "You're drunk." He sighed, forcing himself to not get his hopes up. He'd been crushing on Hazel for months now, and to no avail. He looked at where their hands were touching, and he gulped back the lump forming in his throat. "Hazel... You know I like you. I always have..." He began to speak and then stopped himself, looking down into his lap. He'd probably said too much.

Jay's cheeks hinted pink, and he stared quickly down into his lap. "I guess I know. I need to get over it, though. It's not like we're ever gonna be anything more than friends." He sighed. He looked up as the bartender passed by, quickly waving him over. "Whiskey, please. With lemon." He ordered. As the bartender was fixing up his drink, the male looked sheepishly over at Hazel.

OOC: I'm down for that!

Jay's sheepish brown eyes scanned Hazel's face, a glimmer of hope in his dark pupils. The bartender slid the shot of molasses-colored liquid across the counter and the boy turned his attention to it, holding it tightly in one of his hands. Could he and Hazel truly be a possibility? He'd about given up on the hope. The male had whored with many different women, hoping to take his mind off of Hazel, but he just couldn't seem to get over her. He didn't want to continue feeding the dream, but he couldn't help it. The boy lifted the shot and downed it, deep in thought.

OOC: Idea! Hazel can't get a hold of Mimi or find her and figures she might've gone home with the Cuban guy. But, Mimi has the only set of keys to their apartment... She bumps into Grayson again and they get to talking and she tells him the issue, and he offers her a room at the Masarotto?

Jay blinked with surprise as the girl threw her arms around him. In his drunken stupor, he was slow to return the hug, but felt his heart sing with their close physical touch. Before he could speak, she whisked away into the crowd, leaving him with the scent of her perfume in his nostrils and an unending attraction for the female.

Grayson had just gotten off the phone with one of his business partners and was making his exit of Midnight Ink. It was getting late, and he still had business to take care of back at the Masarotto. He was surprised to find himself bumping headlong into a familiar woman. "Why, hello again, Miss Morris." He greeted politely, dipping his head to the pretty brunette. The millionaire quickly scanned the area, noting that she was alone. "I don't see why you even go to a club if you choose to spend all your time alone outside of it." He commented, placing a hand habitually into his pocket.

Grayson tapped a finger thoughtfully to his chin as he listened to the female's predicament. "Only one of you brought keys to your house?" He mused, a glimmer of bemusement in his coffee-hued orbs. He watched as the female scanned her surroundings, as if her friend may magically re-appear at her side.

At the mention of Jay, the millionaire's memories flashed back to the hormonal male he'd met earlier that night. Jay had seemed in no state of mind to take care of Hazel. He had been aggressive and threatening. Grayson pursed his lips at the thought of Hazel resorting to Jay's assistance to get her through the night. It seemed unnecessary and possibly dangerous. "You could stay at my suite at the Masarotto." He suggested. After scanning Hazel's face, he added, "Then you'll be already there in the morning for that interview. I can have Alexander bring you clothes, toiletries, whatever you need."

Grayson quickly lifted his palms in defense. "No, no, you could have the place to yourself. It's one of the nicest rooms at the Masarotto." He explained. After their interview earlier that day, the hotel-owner wanted to be careful about overstepping his boundaries. He liked Hazel, but didn't want to make her uncomfortable. The interview certainly had to be a confusing experience for her. The male noticed Hazel's hesitation, the hints of scarlet that highlighted her cheeks. "It's no trouble. I like to take care of my employees. Or, employee candidates, that is." He smiled, hoping to vanquish her worries. A man as powerful as Grayson Masarotto hardly had any qualms with giving up an expensive suite for the night. Money was important to him, but he had enough that he could toss some of it away without blinking a cocoa eye.