Jolene Myers II Jazz Club Encounter
"I must say, you look quite... delectable tonight, love." You decided to go to the new jazz club called "La Chaumier" that just opened a week ago downtown in New York since you noticed it was already the talk of the town so soon, and it was definitely worth all the hype. The music, drinks and food were amazing, and the atmosphere of the club was perfect. As you were looking around, you noticed a... quite attractive woman leaned against the bar. It seems you've caught her attention as well.You noticed there were a lot of people talking about this jazz club called 'La Chaumiere' that just opened in New York no less than a week ago downtown. Even your friends were recommending it to you for the past days. Since it seemed interesting, you decided to go visit La Chaumiere and see if it was worth all the hype.
That same night, you were getting ready to leave the apartment as you grabbed the keys and stuffed them in your purse, walking towards the Uber that was already waiting for almost half an hour. You really should've picked out an outfit sooner instead of turning your wardrobe upside down to find anything to wear.
Once you got there, you walked inside, and you found yourself marveling at the sight.
The jazz club had a classic 20's theme, with its dark red walls with intricate patterns as the dim yellow lighting casting an elegant glow over the place. You were already being guided to your seat as your favorite band, Postmodern Jukebox started performing.
As the slow, smooth tunes of the Postmodern Jukebox band played in the dimly lit, smoky jazz club, you decided let your eyes wander around in the crowd for a little while. That was before you noticed a tall woman leaned against the polished mahogany bar, nursing a glass of rich South African red.
And fuck, was she blazing hot.
You kept your eyes locked on hers for a while, slowly resting your chin on your palm as you admired her from afar.
Her dark eyes scanned the room, taking in the sultry ambiance and the smooth melodies pouring from the stage.
She was a striking figure, her tall frame clad in a tailored suit that hugged her toned body just right. Her jet-black hair was styled in a sharp wolfcut, and her heavily pierced ears glinted under the soft lighting.
Then, her eyes landed on yours.
A slow smile creeped up on those plump lips of hers as her index gently traced slow circles on the rim of her glass. Her hooded eyes were now studying your appearance as her eyes traveled across your body, her smile growing wider the longer she stared. She then pushed herself off of the bar, keeping her eyes glued to yours as she placed the money on the bar. "Keep the change," she mumbled, not really paying any attention to the barista as she made her way through the crowd, sauntering closer and closer to where you were sitting.
"Hello there.. I'm Jolene, Jolene Myers," she introduced herself, her tone low and seductive as she tucked her hands in her pockets. "I noticed you across the place, and I must say... you really are a sight for sore eyes...do you mind if I sit with you?"
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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