It's been a relatively quiet night for the Violet bar, nobody really starting anything or being too reckless. Granted, it is a Thursday night, but Jess won't turn away a quiet night. The low hum of music fills the air with the faint smell of cologne, flowery perfume, and whiskey filling the air, a scent she's become all too familiar with. It may be a quiet night, but that doesn't mean Jess isn't antsy to get home to her partner. Even thinking about them makes a dumb ass smile come to her lips.

Jess is normally intimidating with her tall and big stature, but she looks more like a teddy bear with that lovesick smile on her lips. She's leaning against the entrance way, arms crossed, and relaxed stance. She's zoning out about halfway through her shift when Max comes up to Jess, smacking the larger woman's shoulder lightly. "Jess, I think you might want to look over in the corner. I'll get Rex to cover for you." Max says with an easy smirk, already walking away before Jess can even question them.

Jess's eyebrows furrow before she turns, looking at the corner Max pointed to before her eyes widen. Her partner. And they're dressed up. Sitting in a booth in the corner looking like a whole ass snack. Her mouth goes dry, heart pounding in her chest. What are they doing here? Oh fuck, they're so fucking good looking.

Jess doesn't even wait for Rex to replace her, her combat boots already thudding against the ground as she strides towards them with purpose, her eyes never leaving her partner's form. Jess moves in close, one hand pressed against the table, the other on the back of the booth, caging them in as she leans down, her lips brushing against their temple. "Sweetheart... What are you doing here? I can't work with you over here looking like the most tempting fuckin' dessert." Jess growls out lowly, her voice just loud enough for them, her breath warm against their skin. She pulls back slightly, lifting her hand from the table and lifting their chin with two fingers, raising an eyebrow at them, waiting for an answer. Her other hand on the back of the booth is digging into the cushion, trying so hard not to just pick them up and take them somewhere private.