#oh yeah. MEEGAN.

[tallmadgeandtea]

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again… the cast of Turn was giving the performances of their lives especially in season one. The Colonial Williamsburg season passes were expiring. The horses were starving. The studio was tearing the Setauket set down. All the actors had was the shirts and shifts on their backs, their group theater kid experiences, a single Juilliard degree, and a dream. And they DID IT.

#like. it is EXCELLENT. #every single person was playing their part and PUTTING IN THE WORK #even the supporting or guest actors #like Boris Mcgiver? yeah he knew what needed to be done with Nathaniel’s monologue #hate Abe all you want but Jamie Bell is perfectly casted #you can feel the inner conflict. the resentment towards himself and his life #and of course Seth’s performance as Ben trying to find his footing and his place in the army #I could go on #oh yeah. MEEGAN. #need I say more? #turn: washington's spies #amanda speaks

[missveryvery]

"Your jacket, though!"

Based on the "Meegan, Come Back" sketch by Key and Peele

Turning around and making sure he's following and giving him the horniest look and Feng Xin also turning around to see if he's looking is so fucking FengQing.

Feng Xin: Are you kidding me?

Mu Qing: No!

Feng Xin: Seriously, you've gotta come back in the bar right now.

Mu Qing: You come back in the bar!

Feng Xin: Mu Qing, I don't even fucking know Qingxuan!

Mu Qing: Yeah, right!

Feng Xin: I'm sorry! You left your jacket!

Mu Qing: Yeah, well, why don't you give it to your new fat ugly girlfriend?

Feng Xin: I haven't even met her yet!

Mu Qing: Whatever!

Feng Xin: You left your jacket, Mu Qing!

Mu Qing: Oh, throw it in a river!

Feng Xin: Why would I fucking do that?

Mu Qing: I don't care, I'm over it!

Feng Xin: Fine! God.

Feng Xin: Mu Qing!

Mu Qing: Leave me alone!

Feng Xin: Your jacket, though!

Mu Qing: No!

Feng Xin: Seriously, Mu Qing!

Mu Qing: You start buying drinks for everybody as soon as she comes over. I mean, who does that?

Feng Xin: Mu Qing, come back to the bar!

Mu Qing: You're literally an asshole!

Feng Xin: How is that possible? I can't be an asshole. I got arms and legs and a head!

Mu Qing: Where's my jacket?

Feng Xin: I have your jacket!

Mu Qing: Fine.

Feng Xin: Do you want it?

Mu Qing: No!

Feng Xin: You know wha...

Mu Qing: Eat it!

Feng Xin: Why would I do that? You know what? I'm not following you anymore! I'm done!

Mu Qing: Fine! I'm over it!

Feng Xin: Fine!

Feng Xin: Mu Qing, come back to the bar.

Mu Qing: No!

Feng Xin: Mu Qing! Mu Qing! Mu Qing!

Mu Qing: Uh-uh! No! Uh-uh!

Feng Xin: Mu Qing, do you want your fucking jacket?

Mu Qing: No!

Feng Xin: Seriously, come back to the bar.

Mu Qing: You go back to the bar.

Feng Xin: I'm gonna throw this jacket in the water.

Mu Qing: Oh, nice. That's really nice.

Feng Xin: What do you want me to do, Mu Qing? Damn!

Mu Qing: Kiss my butthole, okay?

Feng Xin: Good! Fine! Fine! Then I'm going! I'm leaving right now!

Feng Xin: God damn it!

Feng Xin: Mu Qing!

Mu Qing: No!

Feng Xin: Like, seriously, your jacket!

Mu Qing: No!

Feng Xin: But it's your jacket, though!

Mu Qing: Whatever!

Feng Xin: Mu Qing!

Mu Qing: No!

Feng Xin: I have your j...

I have your jacket.

Mu Qing: I'm over it!

Feng Xin: Seriously, Mu...

#mxtxnet #tgcf fanart #tgcf #key and peele #fengqing #feng xin #mu qing #art

[thedeviousdevilxx]

I really dont know anymore how i discovered GNR and Slash, i think it must have been through Velvet Revolver. All i remember is that it was in 2004 before we got our Internet connection. So i basically relied on Magazines and MTV to get some stuff about them. I found a really nice penpal who helped me get all the old CDs and concert bootlegs.

After we had Internet, it was better. There was only MySpace (are you old enough to remember it?). Facebook was very new at that time but slowly but surely everyone left MySpace to go to Facebook. No Instagram yet, no Youtube yet, but i found this really cool, extremly detailed Fanmade Homepage about Slash, which helped me a lot getting deeper into the life and whereabouts of him. I was also a member in the GNR Forum but i didn't like it there.

And i was always a Slash Fan first and GNR Fan second. Wherever Slash went, i followed him. I was actually the happiest when he formed SMTC because it felt as if the band was meant to be together.

And Duff, while i was never an active Fan of him, always had a special place in my heart because i adored, and still adore his beautiful, cute friendship with Slash.

But i have to admit that i was not always an active Fan. I had months and years where i didn't really follow what Slash was doing, just wishing he was happy and healthy. Now i am in a more active Phase again. And glad that Meegan provides us with so many Slash pics and Videos because Slash mostly just posts shit. 😁

Yeah I didn't have internet until like 2003. For the LONGEST ass time I never had any concrete online presence, like I had MSN messenger, and like in 2007 created a profile on this super niche emo website whose name I forgot. I did have Limewire to download music and burn on CDs though! And I watched a lot of movies and shows on it was like Megafile, or something before it got shutdown, and the OG PirateBay. Mainly I just read fanfic, watched videos, and just was a nomad online. Shit I never even had LiveJournal, I read stuff on that site but never made my own profile. But I hardly ever participated in any fandom until 2008 when I created my own Tumblr and started to engage truly in social media, I had Facebook by then too.

Oh I kinda miss the old days of fan pages!

I find myself personally returning to fandoms or interests for a while then leaving, which I have joked about this in the past that I dunno when suddenly GnR, or rock bands will stop having any interest for me enough to continue making a lot of posts, or make gifs. I have a lot of phases, generally though the fandoms I continue to return to are; Star Trek, Star Wars, LOTR, Marvel (comics mainly), DC, again mainly the comics. I even briefly got intensely into some C-Dramas too which if you delve further back into this blog you can see! lol

Ah it's cool though you've been a Slash/GnR fan since forever. I am assuming you must be late 20s early 30s then? I'm 31!

#I'm kinda glad I didn't become more online until I was late teens early 20s #I got my very first Tumblr due to Star Trek !

[emometalhead]

Oh yeah those women are v complex to say the least!! I think they prove that u can be both a victim and the one causing hurt (not at the same time or maybe so idk 😭) that’s so interesting! The Erin thing doesn’t really faze me much like ok that’s not that bad I guess or at least not as bad as whatever Stephanie’s got going on that’s so nasty 😭 I do wonder how Erin’s doing (Stephanie is still in the spotlight I’m pretty sure at least she’s googleable) she fell off the face of the earth it seems! She does give me weird vibes though to be honest I can’t explain it. And Stephanie well I’ve never understood how her and Axl fit they seemed mismatched I wonder how Axls life would be different if she hadn’t been in it, what do you think?

Yeah, it's interesting to me as well!

I haven't put a ton of thought into Erin, but her life now does intrigue me. You're right, she pretty much has no public presence now. I know she was friends with Meegan (Slash's girlfriend), but that ended in the mid 2010s for unknown reasons.

I've never understood Stephanie or her relationship with Axl. They are one of those cases where I really can't figure out how they ever could've worked as a couple. What did they talk about or have in common besides fame???

I don't really have an answer about what Axl's life would've looked like without Stephanie. I genuinely have no basis for what could've happened in his life without her presence. It doesn't matter too much anyway since there's no going back to change things. I find it best not to well on the what ifs, but I'd love to hear your opinion if you have one!

#asks #anon

[born-to-lose]

Oh good you agree abt meegan 😭

Yeah I just don't know how to feel about her skjfhdgf

#ask #anon

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

From the cliche list ‘There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close’ with whoever your muse chooses 🤗

@sherlollydramoine‘s Drunkenly confessing feelings + Josh?

I am going to combine these two because I think they work really well together!

* * * * *

“Jesus Christ Josh! Run!”

“I’m not,” Josh panted, “as spry as you!”

“Stop playing video games and go for a run!” you shouted over your shoulder, the sound of your shoes slapping on the pavement suddenly growing louder to your ear as you ducked into an alley.

The sound of Josh’s shoes was damn near cacophonous as he rounded the edge of the building and followed you.

“Come on,” you begged, bouncing on your toes and waiting for him.

Josh jogged to catch up to you, his cheeks red and his hair puffing out as it sucked up the humidity of the drizzling rain. He stopped in front of you, bending to rest his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

“They went this way!” sounded two deep voices from not nearly as far away as you wished they were.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned.

“If you get us caught and we lose, I swear—”

Josh cut you off by yanking on your arm and pulling you into an even more narrow alley, one that you hadn’t even noticed behind the large dumpster. You were chest to chest as you attempted to even out your breathing, your ears straining as you listened to see if you were followed.

Josh looked down at you, his eyes bright but more grey than green in the darkness of the alley. He studied your face, his pupils widening slightly as time passed.

“Do—mmf—”

Josh’s large hand cut you off before you could really speak, his elbow now resting beside your head as he pressed into you.

“They’re not here. I told you they turned at the corner of Watson and Grotts.”

“Fine—but if you’re wrong, you’re paying for my share of the booze tonight.”

“I’m not wrong, asshole. Let’s go.”

Josh cocked his head to the side, listening intently. You tried to move, but he held you in place, his hand adjusting so he was now shushing you with just his finger.

Another set of feet came thundering into the alley, immediately followed by a raucous bout of laughter and screeching as yet another pair of people were caught.

“Damnit!” a feminine voice rang out. “We just eliminated Meegan and Ted.”

“And now WE got you,” one of the deep voices that had been chasing you rumbled.

“Who’s left?”

“Josh and Y/N. We were just heading back to check another spot for them, but first, hand those over.”

The girls who had been caught groaned and you inadvertently clutched at the tag hanging around your neck. The object of the game was to seize your opponents’ tags—the pair left with their tags intact got to drink at the Goog, your favorite bar, for free for the weekend.

It was a marketing ploy you and Josh were trying out for one of your classes. You had met the semester before at a party and became fast friends, even though you two couldn’t be more opposite at times. Since you had started the Tag-Taking game, business was up by 15% and you were absolutely not going to lose your own game.

At first, you and Josh advertised and then watched the fun game from a distance to collect your observations, but when enough of your friends realized that the two of you had never actually played the game, they guilted you both into it.

So, here you were, scrunched in a tiny, starting to smell quite ripe, alley, almost nose to nose with Josh Washington.

You nipped at his finger and he pulled it away, grinning down at you while you rolled your eyes at him, except you had never really noticed the cute smattering of freckles that dotted near his temples and across his nose. He was really very pretty, and it was no surprise that he seemed to have a new girlfriend every few weeks.

Josh’s eyes were now locked on yours and you felt that familiar pull of longing, of wanting someone to kiss you, but this was Josh! No way were you about to go there.

“I think we’re good,” you whispered, breaking the moment.

“Yeah,” Josh agreed and slid his body from yours, slowly peeking around the edge of the building.

He gave you a signal for the all-clear, and as soon as you were free from the alley, you broke into a run, calling for Josh to get his ass moving back to the bar.

* * * * *

You laughed and clinked your glass with one of your best friends, Jayna, as you then downed what you thought was your fifth beer. Fifth or sixth—what did it matter because you didn’t have to pay!

“Can’t believe you and Josh won the first and only time you ever played!”

“We do make a great team,” you said, smiling as you poured another glass from the pitcher.

“So, are you gonna be more than a team?”

“Huh?” you said, your lip turning up in confusion.

“Don’t play dumb. I see the way you two look at each other.”

“Noooo,” you scoff. “We’re jus’ friends!”

“Mmhmmmm.”

“Don’t you ‘mmhmmm’ me. I swear!”

“Look at him, Y/N. He’s been watching you all night.”

Josh had been watching you all night, which you only knew because you had been watching him all night.

“He’s not,” you counter into your glass as you take another drink.

“I’m gonna go start the shot tray. And you’re gonna go take a shot with him,” Jayna said.

“Noo, ohhhh no,” you tried to argue, but she was already up and halfway across the bar.

When she returned with the shot tray, she said, “To you and Josh!”

“Jay! Seriously—not gonna happen.”

“Drink. I toasted and it’s rude not to drink your toast!”

You tossed back the shot, knowing it meant that it was now your turn to deliver a shot and Jayna wasn’t going to let it be to anyone other than Josh.

With a sigh and dramatic circle off of your comfy stool, you took the tray and made a beeline for Josh. A very cute blonde was tucked into his side, and you almost balked.

“Y/N! The reason for my success! Brought me a present, I see,” Josh said, taking a shot from the tray.

You smiled, a tight smile and clinked your shot glass with Josh, neither of you ever taking your eyes off of each other as you tossed back the drink.

“Here, Kiley. Take this on my behalf,” Josh said as he passed off the shot tray to the blonde.

She giggled and took it, turning in a cute little circle as she decided which person she’d pass it off to.

“Come on,” Josh said, taking your hand and pulling you out of the bar.

“Needed some air,” he said as soon as you were outside.

“Who is she?” you blurted out, clapping your hand over your mouth at your own blunt question.

“Whoa there,” Josh said grinning. “Ask it like that and I’ll think you actually care.”

“I don’t care,” you said lightly, looking at the ground.

“We hooked up a few times. Nothing serious.”

“Oh.”

Josh swayed on his feet, and you knew that he was at least as drunk as you. Josh Washington rarely ever got sloppy. It was almost scary how put together he could seem on the surface, but he had his little tells.

“How much did ya drink tonight?”

“Enough,” he said with that same grin as earlier, the one that made you feel like the room was spinning—or maybe it kind of was.

“Wanna get outta here?”

“Huh?” you asked in the same eloquent manner as you had earlier with Jayna.

“You’re cute when you’re shitfaced,” Josh explained, stuffing his hands in his pockets and rocking on his feet, except that he wobbled a bit again.

“You’re not exactly sober-faced, ya know.”

Josh shrugged, the remnants of his grin still playing with the corners of his lips.

“Jooosh,” came the sing-song voice of the blonde named Kiley. “I’m all outta shots!”

Josh reached into his back pocket and pulled out a twenty. Kiley hopped over to him and plucked it from his fingers, leaning in for a hug before bouncing away.

“Think I’ll be going back in now.”

“Wait—not yet,” Josh said, reaching out to grasp your arm.

“I really think—”

“That’s just it, Y/N. You’re always thinking. And if you’re always thinking, you’re never gonna give me a chance and all I want is a chance just one. I’m not—I’m not who you think I am.”

“Who do I think you are,” you said turning to face him.

“A player, I’m guessing. And you’re not . . . wrong. I just hadn’t met anyone I really liked.”

“So you’re just taking half the campus for a test drive. Tryin’ out as many models as you can. I respect an informed buyer.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t brush me off when I’m trying to be real with you.”

“Look. We’re both feelin’ pretty good—”

“Exactly. We’re both in a place where we can speak a little more freely. Openly.”

“What exactly do you want, Josh?” you asked, suddenly afraid of his answer.

“You,” he breathed and stepped forward, recreating the distance that was between you and him in the alley. “I want a chance with you.”

“You gonna want that chance when you’re sober and Kiley’s sprawled across your bed?”

“No more Kileys. Just want a you,” Josh said taking a step forward so now you were looking up at him. “Question is . . . do you want a me?”

There was only one way to find out. With a sigh and your liquid courage, you stepped up onto your toes and kissed Josh, his lips warm and pliant, tasting sweet like the last shot the two of you drank together.

“That a yes?” Josh asked as you flattened out your feet.

“It’s a maybe.”

“Wanna go someplace and talk?”

“Just talk?”

“Duh,” Josh said, that grin back on his face.

You smiled, unable to not when he was looking at you like that.

“All right, Josh. One chance.”

“That’s all I’m gonna need,” he said as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You hoped that he was right.    

#josh washington #Josh Washington x reader #female reader (but it is pretty ambiguous) #FLUFF #chaotic thursday #Josh Washington fluff

[incorrectjackboxquotes]

Another long-ish submission

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*All looking at a broken coffee machine*

Greg: So, who broke it? I'm not mad, I just want to know.

Meegan: I did. I broke it...

Greg: No, no you didn't. Old Man?

Old Man: Don't look at me, look at Gavin.

Gavin: What!? I didn't break it!

Old Man: Huh, that's weird, how did you know it was broken?

Gavin: Because it's sitting right in front of us, and it's broken.

Old Man: Suspicious. 

Gavin: No, it's not!

Kent: If it matters, probably not, Linda was the last person to use it.

Linda: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Kent: Oh, really? what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Linda: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that, Kent!

Meegan: Alright, let's not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Greg.

Greg: No. Who broke it?

Gavin, whispering: Y'know, the robot's been awfully quiet...

BDR: Oh, really?

Gavin: Yeah, really!

*Cut to the next room, everybody else can be heard arguing in the background*

Greg: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.  

[hairplugsmatthews]

Dangerous Illusion Part 1 - Jaroslav Halak

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Word count: 1257

You didn’t even want to go out tonight, but your friend wouldn’t stop begging you to go to the bar after work, and you didn’t have the energy to say no one more time.  So here you sat, at literally the fanciest bar you’ve ever been to, feeling severely under-dressed in the blouse and slacks you wore to work that day.  You were only half listening to your friend blabber on about Laura in accounting who for some reason has beef with her, when you noticed the area around you go quiet. Looking around, you noticed a group of large men walking into the establishment.  In the center of the group was a man who, with one look into his ocean blue eyes, made your breath hitch in your throat. He wore an impeccably tailored pinstripe suit, with sparkling cuff links. His salt and pepper hair was cut close to the head, and he walked with a sense of suaveness you haven’t seen in any man your age.

You set your overly expensive martini back onto the bar top and turned your head back to your friend. Taking deep breaths in hopes of getting your heart rate to return to normal, you felt a presence at your side.

“Excuse me,” you heard the strongly accented words come from beside you, “You mind if I cut in?” Turning to look at the man beside you, your heart began to race again.  “I noticed you from across the room.  My name is Jaroslav, but a pretty girl like you can call me Jaro.” He smiled, exposing crooked teeth, and held his hand out to you.

“Y/N,” you responded, barely whispering as you accepted his handshake. The coldness from the many rings on his hand shocked you back to reality.

You heard a cough from the seat next to you and you remembered you came here with somebody. “I’m Meegan,” Your coworker said obnoxiously.  Jaro didn’t even acknowledge her, he just snapped his fingers, and one of the large men he came in with grabbed Meegan be the shoulders and dragged her to the front doors.  “Y/N! Call me tomorrow!” you heard her shout over her shoulder, “Tell me EVERYTHING!!” And with that, it was just you two again.

“Finally,” said Jaro, motioning to the bartender, “I thought she would never leave.”  The bartender rushed up with a drink, somehow knowing exactly what Jaro wanted.  

“You come here often?” you asked, nodding to the bartender who looked like he had just looked the Devil in the face.  He chuckled, nodding his head.

“Ive been here a few times with my team.”

“Team?”

“Yeah, I’m the backup goalie for the Boston Bruins.”  Your jaw dropped.  An athlete? That was probably the last occupation you imagined he’d have.  An Entrepreneur, a politician maybe, but a goalie?  It just didn’t fit with the aura he emitted. Jaro then went off, telling a story about something one of his teammates did.  And that’s how the night went.  The two of you exchanging stories, sipping on your drinks.  When it was last call, Jaro gave you a look, and you knew you’d willingly follow him anywhere for the rest of your life.

After paying, Jaro guided you to the entrance of the bar, his hand sliding to the small of you back. You could feel the heat pooling low in your abdomen. Outside, a black Cadillac was waiting, and Jaro opened the backdoor, helping you in before climbing in behind you.  

Twenty minutes later, you pulled up to the largest mansion you have ever seen.  You followed Jaro up the marble stairs and into the grand entrance. A crystal chandelier lit up the winding staircase with gold hand rails.  There were what you could only assume to be museum quality works of art on each wall.  In the middle of the room was a marble statue of a man.  The statue’s arms were raised, hands on its head.  A god-like eight pack glistened in the golden reflections cast off the handrails.

Before you could continue looking at the space around you in awe, Jaro’s lips were on you, pushing you up against the marble walls.  It was a blur of hands and tongues and clothes coming off, as you made you way up the stairs and into Jaro’s bedroom.  

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning you woke up in an unfamiliar bed. Looking around at the canopy bed and the ornate furniture in the room around you, the events of the night before came back to you. You looked beside you to see that the bed was empty.  Before you could feel the disappointment from waking up alone, there was a soft knock at the door.  

“Yes?” you called out. A young woman poked her head into the room.

“Mr. Halak would like me to inform you that breakfast is ready. If you’d like to get dress and follow me, I’ll show you to the dining room.”

“Oh, ok,” you scrambled to grab your clothes that were folded neatly on the stool at the foot of the bed.  Dressing quickly, you exited the bedroom and followed the woman down the main stairs and through long hallways until you entered the dining room.  On the dark cherry table was an assortment of fruits, pastries, scrambled eggs, bacon, juices and coffee.  Dressed in a navy-blue suit, Jaro sat at the head of the table.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he said smiling, setting the newspaper he was reading down. “Please, sit, help yourself.”

“Thank you,” you said, sitting at the other end of the table where the only other place setting was. The woman that showed you to the dining room started piling the plate in front of you with a little bit of everything that was on the table.

“I hope you slept well.”

“I did, though I was a little sad to see that you weren’t still in bed with me,” you respond.  That earned you a chuckle from him.

“I apologize, but I had some work I had to take care of early this morning,” he said, taking a sip o coffee.

Before you could respond, one of the men from last night came into the room carrying a phone.  He whispered into Jaro’s ear, and Jaro said something in Slovakian.

“Excuse me for one minute, Y/N.”  Jaro stood up and exited the room, speaking fast into the phone.  You sat there picking at the food on your plate, not really hungry.  You couldn’t help but think that there was something off about Mr. Jaroslav Halak.  There was no way he could afford the type of life he leads on a backup goaltender’s salary.  You made a note to do some research when you went home.  Suddenly, you heard what sounded like plates breaking and Jaro yelling in a language you couldn’t understand.  A minute later, he came back, brushing pieces of glass off his shoulder.

“Im sorry about that, Y/N. Just some business that fell through,” he explained.

“I think I should get going,” you blurted out.

“Are you sure?” you nodded your head, gathering your things. “Well in that case let me show you out. I’ll have my driver take you home.”

He guided you back to the front door.  Again, the black Cadillac was waiting for you, and Jaro opened the backdoor for you.

“Can I see you again?” Jaro asked, still holding the door open.

“Yeah…. I ‘d like that.”

“Good, I’ll call you.” And with that, he shut the door, and the car drove off.

#jaro halak #dangerous illusion #boston bruins

[hairplugsmatthews]

Dangerous Illusion Pt 2/2 - Jaroslav Halak

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Word Count: 1212

The week passed by relatively quickly.  You spent most of the time trying to avoid Meegan’s questions about Jaro.  On Wednesday, you received a call from Jaro asking if you wanted to go to dinner with him on Friday.  You eagerly agreed, hoping to learn more about the mysterious man you spent a night of passion with.

When Friday finally came, you couldn’t help feeling anxious.

“I can’t believe you’re ditching me tonight!” Meegan pouted, peaking her head over the wall of your cubicle.

“I told you already, Meegan, I’m not ditching you, I just have a date tonight.”

“Where is he even taking you?” Meegan sneered, obvious jealousy tinting her tone.

“He said he wanted it to be a surprise, but he told me to wear my best dress,” you said casually. You shut down your computer and began to gather your belongings, ready to head back to your apartment to get ready for your date.

“Well I expect a full rundown on Monday,” she huffed.  You rolled your eyes in response, throwing your bag over your shoulder and heading to the elevators.

 You made it home in record time.  You had planned just enough time to change into your strappy red dress and smoke up your makeup.  You heard your phone ding with a message from Jaro right as you slipped on your heels. Grabbing your keys and purse, you gave yourself a final once-over in the mirror in your front hallway and headed out.

Outside, instead of the black Cadillac you had grown used to, was a shiny dark red Lamborghini. Jaro, dressed in a black velvet suit was leaning against the hood, legs crossed.  

“Good evening, Y/N” Jaro said as you approached.  He reached out and pulled you into a hug, the smell of cedar and smoke overwhelming you almost immediately.

“Hello, Jaro,” you barely stammer out. He lets you go and opens the door for you.  You let out a surprised ooh when the doors open up instead of out, and you hear his deep chuckle behind you.  When youre situated in your seat Jaro closed the door a jogged around the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat.  You take the time to look around the interior of the car while Jaro pulls out of your driveway.  The black leather seat is warm skin against your bare skin.  The center console looked as complicated as a spaceship’s control panel, and the car still had that “new car smell”.

“You match.”

“Excuse me?” you question, Jaro’s statement pulling you from your thoughts.

“I said you match. You and the car.” He looks over at you, his bright blue eyes lingering on your exposed knees, where your dress had ridden up a bit.

“Oh,” you laugh, “I guess we do.” He chuckles again, and the car returns to silence.  In all honesty, you’re not even sure why you agreed to a second date.  Yeah, the first night was fun, but after what happened that morning after, you had reservations.   In the week leading up to this date, you did some research online, although it was mostly just watching Jaro’s post game interviews and best save compilations on youtube.  You still couldn’t help but think that the extravagant life he lived was funded by much more than hockey.

You pull up to a fancy steakhouse downtown.  Jaro gets out first and helps you out of the car.  You feel a jolt of electricity go through you as his hand wraps around yours. He hands the keys to the valet, and then guides you into the restaurant.  

The only person you can see is the whole building is the hostess who actively refused eye contact when you smiled at her.  She scurries ahead of the two of you, leading you to a table in the middle of the empty restaurant.  Jaro pulls the seat out for you, and you sit at the elegantly set table.  A waiter is at your side immediately, pouring water into the glass.

“Good evening, my name is Steve, and I’ll be serving you tonight,” he began.  “The chef has prepared a tasting menu for the lovely couple. I will be back in a minute with the first course.”  He set a basket of dinner rolls in the middle of the table, and quickly walking back to the kitchen.

“Wow, it’s really slow tonight,” you casually remarked.

“That’s because I rented the restaurant out for the night.”

“What? Jaro that’s crazy! You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes I did,” he reached across the table and grabbed your hand, “I wanted tonight to be special.” He smiled at you and gave your hand a squeeze, before pulling his hand back when Steve returned with two salads.

“This is our chopped kale and qinoua salad,” Steve placed a plate in front of each of you. “It has sunflower seeds, red peppers, and is dressed in a Dijon vinaigrette.  Enjoy.”  And with a bow, he left again.

Conversation began to run smoothly as the next few courses came out.  As you were in the middle of a story about Jared from the marketing department spilling the whole water jug on himself, a suited man came to Jaro’s side, whispering frantically in his ear, just like the time before.  Jaro responded angerly in Slovakian before placing his napkin on the table.

“I’m so sorry to do this again, Y/N, but I have to deal with something really quick.  It won’t take long, I promise.”  He bent down and pressed a kiss to your temple before heading out the front doors.  You sat at that table for twenty minutes, looking up at the front door every few minutes, and picking at the food on your plate.  Finally, tired of waiting, you grabbed you bag and left, hoping to find Jaro.

You exited the restaurant and walked around the side where a small straight alley was.

“Jaro?” you called softly, headed towards where you heard a sound.  You tried to keep as quiet as possible as you approached, and that’s when you heard it.

“Where is my fucking money?” Jaro growled.

“I told you, I don’t have it, please give me another d-“ You heard a crack as Jaro smacked the man in the face.  You were finally close enough to see the scene.  Jaro had a man pressed up against the wall, two of his suited men standing with their back to you.  On the ground was two bundles, one split open, a white substance spilled on the wet pavement. Without making a sound, you hurried out of the alley, and ran as fast s you could.  About a block later, you finally stopped. Holy shit you thought.  You couldn’t believe what you saw, but it all made sense.  How he could afford to live the way he did, the men in suits, the calls for “business.”  

You had to get away as fast as you could.  You hailed the first taxi you saw and went to your apartment.   You quickly packed as much as you could carry before running back out to the cab and heading to the airport.  You didn’t know where you were going to go, but you knew you couldn’t stay in Boston.

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