I'm super aware that self-praise is a bad thing, but Jess is just the most loveable character I've ever created. I'm really thriving with her.
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The sight of Anton and Carlson having a shout-level conversation was not the least bit surprising to Jess. It was a bit unfortunate still, as the alpha was one out of the two people in the pack she wasn't eager to have a physical confrontation with - she still maintained the required respect for their two leaders, most of the time. Getting them all angry and upset about herself was not a smart move, specifically so since Mori and Fay had so much advantageous tension going on between one another.
"That should be enough for you. You can't take much abuse. I've seen it."
Fay's voice finished Jess' train of thought and made her glare daggers at the blonde after a moment of surprise. She sure didn't see that blow coming her way.
"What the fuck are you on about? Who gave you the right to meter paying customers intake, miss appletini?"
Jesse didn't remember a single incident that the blondes statement could be referring to - being blessed with selective memory no doubt. She was half-aware that Fay probably just tried to push her buttons, but there was a certain sense of pride swelling up. Being called out like that in a public bar was a low blow. Jess worked hard for her reputation and didn't accept the omega tearing it down because she was butthurt over a rejection from some russian thug. She pushed the half-empty glass away from her, back to the person with the bottle in her bloody - for some reason - hands.
Jess half rose from her chair, caught between getting proper upset with Fay and moving over to help Anton start a war. Both options had their advantages, both had a catch. While she knew arguing with the omega was no good and that she should by no means get provoked into throwing the first actual punch, she still lingered at the bar for a moment longer. In an unexpected and no doubt liquor-fueled turn of events, she put a hand on Kalibs shoulder.
"I think you're right, Cal. She doesn't seem quite alright to me. Maybe someone should take that bottle o' Whisky from her."
"That should be enough for you. You can't take much abuse. I've seen it."
Fay's voice finished Jess' train of thought and made her glare daggers at the blonde after a moment of surprise. She sure didn't see that blow coming her way.
"What the fuck are you on about? Who gave you the right to meter paying customers intake, miss appletini?"
Jesse didn't remember a single incident that the blondes statement could be referring to - being blessed with selective memory no doubt. She was half-aware that Fay probably just tried to push her buttons, but there was a certain sense of pride swelling up. Being called out like that in a public bar was a low blow. Jess worked hard for her reputation and didn't accept the omega tearing it down because she was butthurt over a rejection from some russian thug. She pushed the half-empty glass away from her, back to the person with the bottle in her bloody - for some reason - hands.
Jess half rose from her chair, caught between getting proper upset with Fay and moving over to help Anton start a war. Both options had their advantages, both had a catch. While she knew arguing with the omega was no good and that she should by no means get provoked into throwing the first actual punch, she still lingered at the bar for a moment longer. In an unexpected and no doubt liquor-fueled turn of events, she put a hand on Kalibs shoulder.
"I think you're right, Cal. She doesn't seem quite alright to me. Maybe someone should take that bottle o' Whisky from her."
This pack is also more fun than the average pack of werewolves.
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You want a fight, hm? Does Anton want her face re-arranged by Fay's fists?
Fay vs Anton & Jess!
Let's do ittt!
@Traitor It's like Jess is asking Fay to brutally beat her face into a bloody pulp.
In all fairness, it does look that way. She looked at the russian guy (I think) earlier, all flirty and shit. Both left the bar together, Fay comes back enraged. Apply Occam's Razor and you're bound to come to Jess' conclusion.
But yes. I'm glad you noticed, finally. :3
Jesse as well perhaps!
You summoned me.
I heed the call.
@Traitor
Too late >.<
Carlson shut down the fight.
I'm optimistic. Trying to remove a bunch of alcoholic wolves from their source of booze out of a mere hunch is not going to go down smoothly. They could still be on about a deer hunt after all!
Still attending her ever-watchful watch over her surroundings in general, Jess was about to get up and see what's what with Anton and Ryan, back there. They had a lot of private time. Seeing how lit Anton was when she disappeared and knowing how aggressive she got in that state, Jesse doubted they'd be making out in private, so it was probably worth investigating.
But alas, something new happened right as she emptied her second glass of booze. Something exciting and amusing, too! Fay re-entered the bar, looking refreshingly furious. A nice change from the act she put up most of the time. Given it was a rather flawless act, leaving most people to believe she actually was some irrelevant blonde chick with half a brain at most. But you only needed to see her drop that act once to know it's a mask, the ferocity held back behind giggly, bouncy goldilocks was much more real. Being a rather 'natural' girl in that regards, Jesse couldn't help to smirk. Though she was a rival first and foremost, the enemy if there ever was one, she liked the fierce side of Fay. She was much easier to infuriate too.
"What's up, hun? Got turned down?"
Of course, Jess was oblivious to the presence of the hunters, didn't know what went down outside and had no idea the pack was about to pack up and leave. But even if she was in the picture, she'd very likely still poke fun at Fay. Upon overhearing Kalibs news, she furrowed her brow, shooting angry looks at him.
"Whyssat? They playin' fun-police again? Somebody gimme another vodka, then!"
The last part of that was directed at the blonde, since she conveniently had her ass placed behind the counter anyway.
But alas, something new happened right as she emptied her second glass of booze. Something exciting and amusing, too! Fay re-entered the bar, looking refreshingly furious. A nice change from the act she put up most of the time. Given it was a rather flawless act, leaving most people to believe she actually was some irrelevant blonde chick with half a brain at most. But you only needed to see her drop that act once to know it's a mask, the ferocity held back behind giggly, bouncy goldilocks was much more real. Being a rather 'natural' girl in that regards, Jesse couldn't help to smirk. Though she was a rival first and foremost, the enemy if there ever was one, she liked the fierce side of Fay. She was much easier to infuriate too.
"What's up, hun? Got turned down?"
Of course, Jess was oblivious to the presence of the hunters, didn't know what went down outside and had no idea the pack was about to pack up and leave. But even if she was in the picture, she'd very likely still poke fun at Fay. Upon overhearing Kalibs news, she furrowed her brow, shooting angry looks at him.
"Whyssat? They playin' fun-police again? Somebody gimme another vodka, then!"
The last part of that was directed at the blonde, since she conveniently had her ass placed behind the counter anyway.
I'm making a female werewolf :)
I like this one. They can stay too.
a really angry 13-year-old that always had an ax in their hand,
That is quite possibly the most lovely thing anybody said about any of my characters ever.
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That's not a dream, mate, that's a fucking nightmare.
It all depends on your personal taste...
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