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noirenewyork2014-02-23 03:25 pm
itsmylife) wrote in noirenewyork2014-02-23 03:25 pm
"Hold on as tight as they'll let you."
Who: Jett Wilson and Molly Pierce
What: Still learning
Where: Molly's office, NYC
When: Simultaneous to THIS
Inside, Jett knew something was wrong. He had just been about to go find Luka to make sure he was alright when Molly's text message had arrived. By this point, he was oblivious to what had gone down with Luka and Seamus. He had seen Luka a few days ago, and even though Luka wasn't quite right then, Jett knew that Luka wasn't quite right in general at the moment. How could he be after everything he went through. He had been quite, not wanting to talk much, and ended up just telling Jett that he wanted to lie down. He was okay with Jett hanging there while he did, though, which he had done. Luka had curled up in a ball in hotel bed and crashed out. Jett stayed until just before sunrise and then headed back home.
He didn't wait to be admitted to Molly's office. He didn't even knock. As far as he was concerned, the text message had been the invitation and as restless as he was feeling right now, Molly's personal assistant backed down when Jett shot her a glare that clearly told her not to fuck with him right now. He wasn't angry and he wasn't aggressive, but he was agitated and very worried about why Molly wanted to talk to him about Luka. Something was wrong, something had happened. No one needed to be a genius to connect those dots. If she was about to tell him Seamus had hurt Luka, though... well, none of them would be able to stop him tearing the Irish Toreador apart.
"Where is he?" he asked Molly as soon as he was in her office, flicking the door closed behind him.
What: Still learning
Where: Molly's office, NYC
When: Simultaneous to THIS
Inside, Jett knew something was wrong. He had just been about to go find Luka to make sure he was alright when Molly's text message had arrived. By this point, he was oblivious to what had gone down with Luka and Seamus. He had seen Luka a few days ago, and even though Luka wasn't quite right then, Jett knew that Luka wasn't quite right in general at the moment. How could he be after everything he went through. He had been quite, not wanting to talk much, and ended up just telling Jett that he wanted to lie down. He was okay with Jett hanging there while he did, though, which he had done. Luka had curled up in a ball in hotel bed and crashed out. Jett stayed until just before sunrise and then headed back home.
He didn't wait to be admitted to Molly's office. He didn't even knock. As far as he was concerned, the text message had been the invitation and as restless as he was feeling right now, Molly's personal assistant backed down when Jett shot her a glare that clearly told her not to fuck with him right now. He wasn't angry and he wasn't aggressive, but he was agitated and very worried about why Molly wanted to talk to him about Luka. Something was wrong, something had happened. No one needed to be a genius to connect those dots. If she was about to tell him Seamus had hurt Luka, though... well, none of them would be able to stop him tearing the Irish Toreador apart.
"Where is he?" he asked Molly as soon as he was in her office, flicking the door closed behind him.