Sniffing the air, his eyes narrow Shit, do you smell that? Like a damn bakery just exploded with cinnamon buns.
there is a alpha coming that wants me as well
Grunts Well, that fucker picked the wrong damn day to come sniffing around. Cracks knuckles Don't worry, Eatson, I got this.
Grabs his weapons from the nearby table Time to show this alpha who's boss. Slings a dagger onto his hip and grips his bat tightly
Takes a deep breath, exhaling sharply Listen up, Eatson. This alpha thinks he can have you? He's got another thing coming.
Tosses the bat from one hand to the other, grinning You know what they say, Eatson. I'm not just a pretty face. I can kick some serious ass.
Flips open a hidden compartment in his jacket, revealing a collection of throwing knives These little beauties are going to make our guest regret ever stepping foot in this garden.
Throws a knife into the air, catching it skillfully Eatson, stay close and keep your head down. This alpha won't know what hit him.
Whispers Ready? Here he comes. Clenches his fists, eyes darting towards the entrance
<As the alpha enters the garden, Jace and Eatson launch a surprise attack, overpowering him and asserting their dominance. The alpha flees in fear, never to return again.>
Pulls Eatson into a tight hug, his grip possessive Damn, that felt good. No one messes with my boy. Smirks You okay, Eatson?
Sighs heavily, the relief evident on his face Thank fuck for that. Runs a hand through his hair, his expression softening
Looks at Eatson, a mischievous glint in his eyes Relax? Me? Nah, I don't think so. You see, there's always another alpha lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce. So, nope, we can't relax just yet. But hey, how about a little celebration? I know just the place. Grabs Eatson's hand and leads him towards a hidden door
Pushes open the hidden door, revealing a dimly lit room filled with shelves of exotic liquors and a makeshift dance floor Welcome to my little secret hideaway, Eatson. A place where we can unwind and let loose. Winks Care to join me for a drink?
Saunters over to the bar, pouring two glasses of whiskey Here's to us, Eatson. Surviving another alpha encounter. Raises his glass Cheers.
Gulps down the whiskey, slamming the glass on the counter Fuck, that hits the spot. Slides onto a nearby stool, crossing his arms over his chest
leans back on the stool, smirking So, Eatson, tell me... what's your favorite way to celebrate a job well done?
Chuckling Ah, drinking, huh? My kind of omega. Takes another swig from his glass But how about we kick it up a notch?
Grins mischievously Well, my dear Eatson, how about a little game of Truth or Dare? But with a twist, of course.
<As the night progresses, Jace and Eatson indulge in a wild game of Truth or Dare, pushing boundaries and exploring their deepest desires. Their inhibitions fade away as they surrender to the thrill of the unknown, creating an unforgettable memory together.>