Jack's Bar

Vincent was faced down on the bar counter, a cigarette smoldering in an adjacent glass ashtray wafted blue smoke above his brown, unkempt hair. One arm supports his hidden face, the other resting at its side, touching a half drained double shot of whiskey; the ice cubes within were mostly melted now. He was one of the few attending Jack's Bar this early, as it was the one place where he could drink as long as he liked. Vince looked like the grave, rising his head as one of the bar's staff members walked over to the television hanging in the corner of the room and turned up the volume. He blinked his lidded eyes, dark bags beneath them as he grunts and lifts his head, wincing. He grabs the pocket watch from his vest pocket, opening it up to reveal a picture of himself, in happier times, and his younger brother, Henry. He grumbled, remembering now that the clock was broken... it was smashed to hell and had stopped at 11: 13 forever since May... He closed his somber eyes, and the pocket watch, closing the image of his smiling brother away...

He slips the watch back into his vest, as the TV started saying something about the Raccoon Sharks game, and some sort of riot. He didn't pay much mind, his attention now on the wristwatch on his left wrist. "Hmm... been here for that long huh?" He grumbled, turning to his smoldering cig and lifted it to his lips. I must have passed out again... Jack's one of the few who let me lick my wounds in peace at expense of his store hours in this damn town... He thought, puffing on the cigarette stub before snuffing it out for good in the glass tray. It was dark outside, and he couldn't tell if it was night or day by the dark clouds that loomed over head and the eerie fog. He shrugged, pulling out a few bills from his wallet for a tip, placing it on the table before collecting his trench coat. He stumbled somewhat, a bit of a pulsing headache forming in his now conscious mind as the world spun a little around him... "Damn... not driving home like this..." he says to himself, shambling to the door and slipping out into the West Raccoon City air.

He could feel a light drizzle in the oddly warm air. "Indian summer huh..." he states, blinking his lidded eyes, fumbling another crumpled cig from his coat, having some issues with the lighter's spark before the tobacco lit up and hung limply from the middle of his drooping lips. "Hmm... probably should get some breakfast... don't want to get scolded by Marvin again for being drunk on the job..." he coughed, hands in his trench coat pockets. He began to wander off towards the park, where he had parked the black Ford 1968 Mustang GT Fastback... a vehicle he had refurbished with his brother, Henry... a few years ago. Before the murders... before his untimely and frankly disturbing death. He shook his head slightly, pushing back the thoughts. A dim orange glow lit up his face, blooming in the foggy and dark atmosphere, lighting his way as he shambled to the direction of the park. The streets were quiet and the air was silent... even the morning birds were apparently still asleep.

(to the West Park)

(from here)

It wasn't too long of a drive, and from what she seen of Raccoon reminded her a little of Albany or Schenectady in New York or even Houston, Texas to a degree. Modernizing, but it had its old brick buildings in places yet that probably dated back to the 1880s. It was quaint, a mix of modern and old... but the streets also seemed like a spiderweb of confusion- she was reminded of a shoot she did in Akihabara in Japan last year, and how she got lost in a sea of people down streets no larger than a bicycle path!

They rolled up to a side street, and could see a sign with 'Jack's Bar' over a few bow windows; save the lights in 'ack' in 'Jack' had blown out. "I see why they call it 'Js' now!" She giggled as the vehicle came to a stop, her hand resting on his right thigh, gently stroking it to gauge his reaction...

Jessica Fay wrote:(from here)

It wasn't too long of a drive, and from what she seen of Raccoon reminded her a little of Albany or Schenectady in New York or even Houston, Texas to a degree. Modernizing, but it had its old brick buildings in places yet that probably dated back to the 1880s. It was quaint, a mix of modern and old... but the streets also seemed like a spiderweb of confusion- she was reminded of a shoot she did in Akihabara in Japan last year, and how she got lost in a sea of people down streets no larger than a bicycle path!

They rolled up to a side street, and could see a sign with 'Jack's Bar' over a few bow windows; save the lights in 'ack' in 'Jack' had blown out. "I see why they call it 'Js' now!" She giggled as the vehicle came to a stop, her hand resting on his right thigh, gently stroking it to gauge his reaction...

"Yeah, I think ol' Jack's just too cheap to repair the sign honestly." Trent thought aloud just as he felt Jessica's hand boldly stroke his thigh. He didn't let it show how much it surprised him, but he instantly decided to roll with the flirtation. Without even looking at her, he killed the engine then swept his own right arm across the seat to match her gesture before turning to face her.

Trent was already slightly excited and his date was probably watching for the first signs of an erection so he didn't bother to hide what was happening. Between her practically wrapping her breasts around his arm and now the leg grab, he had a pretty good idea the direction the night was going so it was definitely time to start having fun. He removed his hand from her leg and leaned in so close they were practically kissing already only for Trent to state in a low voice, "Let's see where the night takes us, eh?"

He brushed a strand of the model's hair aside and was practically begging to kiss her already, but he took a moment to gauge Jessica's reaction before making his next move.

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Jessica Fay wrote:(from here)

It wasn't too long of a drive, and from what she seen of Raccoon reminded her a little of Albany or Schenectady in New York or even Houston, Texas to a degree. Modernizing, but it had its old brick buildings in places yet that probably dated back to the 1880s. It was quaint, a mix of modern and old... but the streets also seemed like a spiderweb of confusion- she was reminded of a shoot she did in Akihabara in Japan last year, and how she got lost in a sea of people down streets no larger than a bicycle path!

They rolled up to a side street, and could see a sign with 'Jack's Bar' over a few bow windows; save the lights in 'ack' in 'Jack' had blown out. "I see why they call it 'Js' now!" She giggled as the vehicle came to a stop, her hand resting on his right thigh, gently stroking it to gauge his reaction...

"Yeah, I think ol' Jack's just too cheap to repair the sign honestly." Trent thought aloud just as he felt Jessica's hand boldly stroke his thigh. He didn't let it show how much it surprised him, but he instantly decided to roll with the flirtation. Without even looking at her, he killed the engine then swept his own right arm across the seat to match her gesture before turning to face her.

Trent was already slightly excited and his date was probably watching for the first signs of an erection so he didn't bother to hide what was happening. Between her practically wrapping her breasts around his arm and now the leg grab, he had a pretty good idea the direction the night was going so it was definitely time to start having fun. He removed his hand from her leg and leaned in so close they were practically kissing already only for Trent to state in a low voice, "Let's see where the night takes us, eh?"

He brushed a strand of the model's hair aside and was practically begging to kiss her already, but he took a moment to gauge Jessica's reaction before making his next move.

"Oh... I think I have a good prediction of where it-" Jessica began, leaning ever so closer to him with those lidded eyes. "-can lead~" The woman purred, her cool breath against his lips, which almost touched as she spoke. She then playfully retreated, her hand holding his as he took his hand from her shapely, soft thigh to her face, brushing a strand of hair from her face to behind her ear. She wanted to fuck him, and didn't know if it was her being rebellious to her ex, or simply she was just that attracted to Trent. Either case, she wanted to get a few drinks in her first, that way she wouldn't have to think about it too much- and she's been without a drink in ages. "I predict a couple of Dark & Stormy's, maybe a stout glass of Jack on the Rocks as well~" She purred, blowing air into his face, so his bangs would brush back. She giggled, shifting her weight in the passenger seat, her large breasts swaying side to side...

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Jessica Fay wrote:(from here)

It wasn't too long of a drive, and from what she seen of Raccoon reminded her a little of Albany or Schenectady in New York or even Houston, Texas to a degree. Modernizing, but it had its old brick buildings in places yet that probably dated back to the 1880s. It was quaint, a mix of modern and old... but the streets also seemed like a spiderweb of confusion- she was reminded of a shoot she did in Akihabara in Japan last year, and how she got lost in a sea of people down streets no larger than a bicycle path!

They rolled up to a side street, and could see a sign with 'Jack's Bar' over a few bow windows; save the lights in 'ack' in 'Jack' had blown out. "I see why they call it 'Js' now!" She giggled as the vehicle came to a stop, her hand resting on his right thigh, gently stroking it to gauge his reaction...

"Yeah, I think ol' Jack's just too cheap to repair the sign honestly." Trent thought aloud just as he felt Jessica's hand boldly stroke his thigh. He didn't let it show how much it surprised him, but he instantly decided to roll with the flirtation. Without even looking at her, he killed the engine then swept his own right arm across the seat to match her gesture before turning to face her.

Trent was already slightly excited and his date was probably watching for the first signs of an erection so he didn't bother to hide what was happening. Between her practically wrapping her breasts around his arm and now the leg grab, he had a pretty good idea the direction the night was going so it was definitely time to start having fun. He removed his hand from her leg and leaned in so close they were practically kissing already only for Trent to state in a low voice, "Let's see where the night takes us, eh?"

He brushed a strand of the model's hair aside and was practically begging to kiss her already, but he took a moment to gauge Jessica's reaction before making his next move.

"Oh... I think I have a good prediction of where it-" Jessica began, leaning ever so closer to him with those lidded eyes. "-can lead~" The woman purred, her cool breath against his lips, which almost touched as she spoke. She then playfully retreated, her hand holding his as he took his hand from her shapely, soft thigh to her face, brushing a strand of hair from her face to behind her ear. She wanted to fuck him, and didn't know if it was her being rebellious to her ex, or simply she was just that attracted to Trent. Either case, she wanted to get a few drinks in her first, that way she wouldn't have to think about it too much- and she's been without a drink in ages. "I predict a couple of Dark & Stormy's, maybe a stout glass of Jack on the Rocks as well~" She purred, blowing air into his face, so his bangs would brush back. She giggled, shifting her weight in the passenger seat, her large breasts swaying side to side...

"Your wish my command then. Let's head inside, shall we?" Trent chuckled and didn't bother to move his bangs, letting the hair hang in front of his eyes as he got out of the car nice and slowly. Considering how much Jessica was showing off her body, he figured it was only polite to do the same thing in turn as he leaned just a little more than necessary to show off his own backside. He was proud of his body and work he'd put into maintaining it, rare as the occasion to show it off was.

He didn't take his eyes off his date's swaying chest either while walking around the front of the car to open her door. He offered his hand and helped her out of the car while asking, "So top up or down? I don't know how long we'll be in here." He wasn't quite sure to be honest so he left the decision up to Jessica. Regardless, he placed an arm around her waist to guide her into the establishment, letting her touch him however she would please on the way in.

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Jessica Fay wrote:

BastionCon wrote:

Jessica Fay wrote:(from here)

It wasn't too long of a drive, and from what she seen of Raccoon reminded her a little of Albany or Schenectady in New York or even Houston, Texas to a degree. Modernizing, but it had its old brick buildings in places yet that probably dated back to the 1880s. It was quaint, a mix of modern and old... but the streets also seemed like a spiderweb of confusion- she was reminded of a shoot she did in Akihabara in Japan last year, and how she got lost in a sea of people down streets no larger than a bicycle path!

They rolled up to a side street, and could see a sign with 'Jack's Bar' over a few bow windows; save the lights in 'ack' in 'Jack' had blown out. "I see why they call it 'Js' now!" She giggled as the vehicle came to a stop, her hand resting on his right thigh, gently stroking it to gauge his reaction...

"Yeah, I think ol' Jack's just too cheap to repair the sign honestly." Trent thought aloud just as he felt Jessica's hand boldly stroke his thigh. He didn't let it show how much it surprised him, but he instantly decided to roll with the flirtation. Without even looking at her, he killed the engine then swept his own right arm across the seat to match her gesture before turning to face her.

Trent was already slightly excited and his date was probably watching for the first signs of an erection so he didn't bother to hide what was happening. Between her practically wrapping her breasts around his arm and now the leg grab, he had a pretty good idea the direction the night was going so it was definitely time to start having fun. He removed his hand from her leg and leaned in so close they were practically kissing already only for Trent to state in a low voice, "Let's see where the night takes us, eh?"

He brushed a strand of the model's hair aside and was practically begging to kiss her already, but he took a moment to gauge Jessica's reaction before making his next move.

"Oh... I think I have a good prediction of where it-" Jessica began, leaning ever so closer to him with those lidded eyes. "-can lead~" The woman purred, her cool breath against his lips, which almost touched as she spoke. She then playfully retreated, her hand holding his as he took his hand from her shapely, soft thigh to her face, brushing a strand of hair from her face to behind her ear. She wanted to fuck him, and didn't know if it was her being rebellious to her ex, or simply she was just that attracted to Trent. Either case, she wanted to get a few drinks in her first, that way she wouldn't have to think about it too much- and she's been without a drink in ages. "I predict a couple of Dark & Stormy's, maybe a stout glass of Jack on the Rocks as well~" She purred, blowing air into his face, so his bangs would brush back. She giggled, shifting her weight in the passenger seat, her large breasts swaying side to side...

"Your wish my command then. Let's head inside, shall we?" Trent chuckled and didn't bother to move his bangs, letting the hair hang in front of his eyes as he got out of the car nice and slowly. Considering how much Jessica was showing off her body, he figured it was only polite to do the same thing in turn as he leaned just a little more than necessary to show off his own backside. He was proud of his body and work he'd put into maintaining it, rare as the occasion to show it off was.

He didn't take his eyes off his date's swaying chest either while walking around the front of the car to open her door. He offered his hand and helped her out of the car while asking, "So top up or down? I don't know how long we'll be in here." He wasn't quite sure to be honest so he left the decision up to Jessica. Regardless, he placed an arm around her waist to guide her into the establishment, letting her touch him however she would please on the way in.

Jess nodded playfully, her lidded brown eyes checking out his firm, toned body as he leaned out of the vehicle. She was curious what he looked now 'under the hood' so to speak as he made his way around the vehicle, and absorbed her physical traits as well. She was lost in the moment, that when he helped her out of the car, and asked about the convertible's top, she looked down at his chest, pressing hers lightly against him, her supple curves springy and semi-flattening against him as she held his hand, fingers laced between his at their side, her other hand's fingers playfully dancing on his shoulder. "Well, shall we be secluded or be easily caught?" She purred, glancing back up at him, batting her lovely brown eyes. It was then she realized... not her shirt, but the car. "Oh, the car~!" She giggled, blushing intensely, yet didn't remove herself from him just yet. She realized too he was perhaps only a little taller than her, as she was a big gal- six foot even to be precise. She glanced over her shoulder, smiling mischievously, a flustered expression on her face. "Top up, I think its supposed to rain later!" she answered, her large brown eyes darting back to him, her chest's deep plunging cleavage deepening as she leaned tighter against him~

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Jessica Fay wrote:

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Jessica Fay wrote:(from here)

It wasn't too long of a drive, and from what she seen of Raccoon reminded her a little of Albany or Schenectady in New York or even Houston, Texas to a degree. Modernizing, but it had its old brick buildings in places yet that probably dated back to the 1880s. It was quaint, a mix of modern and old... but the streets also seemed like a spiderweb of confusion- she was reminded of a shoot she did in Akihabara in Japan last year, and how she got lost in a sea of people down streets no larger than a bicycle path!

They rolled up to a side street, and could see a sign with 'Jack's Bar' over a few bow windows; save the lights in 'ack' in 'Jack' had blown out. "I see why they call it 'Js' now!" She giggled as the vehicle came to a stop, her hand resting on his right thigh, gently stroking it to gauge his reaction...

"Yeah, I think ol' Jack's just too cheap to repair the sign honestly." Trent thought aloud just as he felt Jessica's hand boldly stroke his thigh. He didn't let it show how much it surprised him, but he instantly decided to roll with the flirtation. Without even looking at her, he killed the engine then swept his own right arm across the seat to match her gesture before turning to face her.

Trent was already slightly excited and his date was probably watching for the first signs of an erection so he didn't bother to hide what was happening. Between her practically wrapping her breasts around his arm and now the leg grab, he had a pretty good idea the direction the night was going so it was definitely time to start having fun. He removed his hand from her leg and leaned in so close they were practically kissing already only for Trent to state in a low voice, "Let's see where the night takes us, eh?"

He brushed a strand of the model's hair aside and was practically begging to kiss her already, but he took a moment to gauge Jessica's reaction before making his next move.

"Oh... I think I have a good prediction of where it-" Jessica began, leaning ever so closer to him with those lidded eyes. "-can lead~" The woman purred, her cool breath against his lips, which almost touched as she spoke. She then playfully retreated, her hand holding his as he took his hand from her shapely, soft thigh to her face, brushing a strand of hair from her face to behind her ear. She wanted to fuck him, and didn't know if it was her being rebellious to her ex, or simply she was just that attracted to Trent. Either case, she wanted to get a few drinks in her first, that way she wouldn't have to think about it too much- and she's been without a drink in ages. "I predict a couple of Dark & Stormy's, maybe a stout glass of Jack on the Rocks as well~" She purred, blowing air into his face, so his bangs would brush back. She giggled, shifting her weight in the passenger seat, her large breasts swaying side to side...

"Your wish my command then. Let's head inside, shall we?" Trent chuckled and didn't bother to move his bangs, letting the hair hang in front of his eyes as he got out of the car nice and slowly. Considering how much Jessica was showing off her body, he figured it was only polite to do the same thing in turn as he leaned just a little more than necessary to show off his own backside. He was proud of his body and work he'd put into maintaining it, rare as the occasion to show it off was.

He didn't take his eyes off his date's swaying chest either while walking around the front of the car to open her door. He offered his hand and helped her out of the car while asking, "So top up or down? I don't know how long we'll be in here." He wasn't quite sure to be honest so he left the decision up to Jessica. Regardless, he placed an arm around her waist to guide her into the establishment, letting her touch him however she would please on the way in.

Jess nodded playfully, her lidded brown eyes checking out his firm, toned body as he leaned out of the vehicle. She was curious what he looked now 'under the hood' so to speak as he made his way around the vehicle, and absorbed her physical traits as well. She was lost in the moment, that when he helped her out of the car, and asked about the convertible's top, she looked down at his chest, pressing hers lightly against him, her supple curves springy and semi-flattening against him as she held his hand, fingers laced between his at their side, her other hand's fingers playfully dancing on his shoulder. "Well, shall we be secluded or be easily caught?" She purred, glancing back up at him, batting her lovely brown eyes. It was then she realized... not her shirt, but the car. "Oh, the car~!" She giggled, blushing intensely, yet didn't remove herself from him just yet. She realized too he was perhaps only a little taller than her, as she was a big gal- six foot even to be precise. She glanced over her shoulder, smiling mischievously, a flustered expression on her face. "Top up, I think its supposed to rain later!" she answered, her large brown eyes darting back to him, her chest's deep plunging cleavage deepening as she leaned tighter against him~

She must have been so wrapped up in everything she didn't realize I asked about the car. I must be doing something right. Either that or she's just desperate. Gonna roll with it either way. With a press of the button, the top rolled up on the convertible while Trent stood there with Jessica pressed against him. Considering how forthright she was being, he didn't think she would mind his next move. Looking into her large, brown eyes, he decided to take both hands and cup them firmly around her large, supple ass.

The two made quite a sight so brazenly flirting and grabbing each other right on the sidewalk. Trent didn't care about passing pedestrian though. Hell, they see and be jealous for all it mattered to him. The only thing that concerned him though was the part of town they were now in. The older part of Raccoon City was where the odd happenings such as increased attacks on people and sightings of purportedly unresponsive people shambling around were centered. He didn't let any of this show on his expression, not wanting Jessica to think he was distracted, but an odd sight unfortunately ripped away his attention.

"The hell?" He thought he saw a pair of figures drunkenly stumble into the alley to the left of the bar, but it was too quick for him to really make anything out. Fuck, I better not be losing it. I actually slept a full twelve hours yesterday too.... Regardless, Trent finally spoke up, "First few rounds are on me. So pick your poison once we're in." He hurriedly escorted the two of them inside after brushing off the shiver that had went down his spine, he wanted to be inside more than ever now.

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Jessica Fay wrote:

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Jessica Fay wrote:

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Jessica Fay wrote:(from here)

It wasn't too long of a drive, and from what she seen of Raccoon reminded her a little of Albany or Schenectady in New York or even Houston, Texas to a degree. Modernizing, but it had its old brick buildings in places yet that probably dated back to the 1880s. It was quaint, a mix of modern and old... but the streets also seemed like a spiderweb of confusion- she was reminded of a shoot she did in Akihabara in Japan last year, and how she got lost in a sea of people down streets no larger than a bicycle path!

They rolled up to a side street, and could see a sign with 'Jack's Bar' over a few bow windows; save the lights in 'ack' in 'Jack' had blown out. "I see why they call it 'Js' now!" She giggled as the vehicle came to a stop, her hand resting on his right thigh, gently stroking it to gauge his reaction...

"Yeah, I think ol' Jack's just too cheap to repair the sign honestly." Trent thought aloud just as he felt Jessica's hand boldly stroke his thigh. He didn't let it show how much it surprised him, but he instantly decided to roll with the flirtation. Without even looking at her, he killed the engine then swept his own right arm across the seat to match her gesture before turning to face her.

Trent was already slightly excited and his date was probably watching for the first signs of an erection so he didn't bother to hide what was happening. Between her practically wrapping her breasts around his arm and now the leg grab, he had a pretty good idea the direction the night was going so it was definitely time to start having fun. He removed his hand from her leg and leaned in so close they were practically kissing already only for Trent to state in a low voice, "Let's see where the night takes us, eh?"

He brushed a strand of the model's hair aside and was practically begging to kiss her already, but he took a moment to gauge Jessica's reaction before making his next move.

"Oh... I think I have a good prediction of where it-" Jessica began, leaning ever so closer to him with those lidded eyes. "-can lead~" The woman purred, her cool breath against his lips, which almost touched as she spoke. She then playfully retreated, her hand holding his as he took his hand from her shapely, soft thigh to her face, brushing a strand of hair from her face to behind her ear. She wanted to fuck him, and didn't know if it was her being rebellious to her ex, or simply she was just that attracted to Trent. Either case, she wanted to get a few drinks in her first, that way she wouldn't have to think about it too much- and she's been without a drink in ages. "I predict a couple of Dark & Stormy's, maybe a stout glass of Jack on the Rocks as well~" She purred, blowing air into his face, so his bangs would brush back. She giggled, shifting her weight in the passenger seat, her large breasts swaying side to side...

"Your wish my command then. Let's head inside, shall we?" Trent chuckled and didn't bother to move his bangs, letting the hair hang in front of his eyes as he got out of the car nice and slowly. Considering how much Jessica was showing off her body, he figured it was only polite to do the same thing in turn as he leaned just a little more than necessary to show off his own backside. He was proud of his body and work he'd put into maintaining it, rare as the occasion to show it off was.

He didn't take his eyes off his date's swaying chest either while walking around the front of the car to open her door. He offered his hand and helped her out of the car while asking, "So top up or down? I don't know how long we'll be in here." He wasn't quite sure to be honest so he left the decision up to Jessica. Regardless, he placed an arm around her waist to guide her into the establishment, letting her touch him however she would please on the way in.

Jess nodded playfully, her lidded brown eyes checking out his firm, toned body as he leaned out of the vehicle. She was curious what he looked now 'under the hood' so to speak as he made his way around the vehicle, and absorbed her physical traits as well. She was lost in the moment, that when he helped her out of the car, and asked about the convertible's top, she looked down at his chest, pressing hers lightly against him, her supple curves springy and semi-flattening against him as she held his hand, fingers laced between his at their side, her other hand's fingers playfully dancing on his shoulder. "Well, shall we be secluded or be easily caught?" She purred, glancing back up at him, batting her lovely brown eyes. It was then she realized... not her shirt, but the car. "Oh, the car~!" She giggled, blushing intensely, yet didn't remove herself from him just yet. She realized too he was perhaps only a little taller than her, as she was a big gal- six foot even to be precise. She glanced over her shoulder, smiling mischievously, a flustered expression on her face. "Top up, I think its supposed to rain later!" she answered, her large brown eyes darting back to him, her chest's deep plunging cleavage deepening as she leaned tighter against him~

She must have been so wrapped up in everything she didn't realize I asked about the car. I must be doing something right. Either that or she's just desperate. Gonna roll with it either way. With a press of the button, the top rolled up on the convertible while Trent stood there with Jessica pressed against him. Considering how forthright she was being, he didn't think she would mind his next move. Looking into her large, brown eyes, he decided to take both hands and cup them firmly around her large, supple ass.

The two made quite a sight so brazenly flirting and grabbing each other right on the sidewalk. Trent didn't care about passing pedestrian though. Hell, they see and be jealous for all it mattered to him. The only thing that concerned him though was the part of town they were now in. The older part of Raccoon City was where the odd happenings such as increased attacks on people and sightings of purportedly unresponsive people shambling around were centered. He didn't let any of this show on his expression, not wanting Jessica to think he was distracted, but an odd sight unfortunately ripped away his attention.

"The hell?" He thought he saw a pair of figures drunkenly stumble into the alley to the left of the bar, but it was too quick for him to really make anything out. Fuck, I better not be losing it. I actually slept a full twelve hours yesterday too.... Regardless, Trent finally spoke up, "First few rounds are on me. So pick your poison once we're in." He hurriedly escorted the two of them inside after brushing off the shiver that had went down his spine, he wanted to be inside more than ever now.

She got lost in his eyes for a moment, this stranger who picked her up in a greasy spoon who now cupped her warm, plush cheeks; his fingers gripping her jiggly, wide ass, sinking into her deep flesh.



"Hehe, howdy~" She playfully purred, welcoming the hands! The pair knew little about one another, but that wasn't going to stop them, or her, from likely riding him sore once they've decided to cut the flirting and go straight to sex. She was so lost in the moment, she as about to kiss him when he looked to the alley and with shock in his voice!

"Huh?" She blinked, looking back as a figure drunkenly stumbled into an alley... she figured it was just a drunk looking for a place to piss. He didn't bring it up again, but worried, ushered her into the bar, hand still on her soft and inviting ass~

"Hmhmhm, I hate to see your wallet if its as bold as your hands~" She winked, before asking for a Dark & Stormy.

She looked around the quaint place and its resemblance to 'Cheers', then back to Trent. "So," she began, taking a seat at the bar, propping her head on her elbow as she crossed her long, shapely legs again- the spandex hissing as she did again. "tell me about yourself, Trent~" She hummed sweetly.

They had taken a seat against the right wall as Trent debated how best to answer Jessica's question. "Well, I work online with non-profit charities on how to build their websites and make them more appealing for the public. I think it's called Graphic Design, but it's still a pretty new industry. I want to help people, ya know? Especially people like my grandpa who just can't seem to fathom technology." Trent chuckled at the thought of his grandpap and how he had a tendency to smack his computer if he thought it wasn't working right.

"And I'll take an Alien Brain Hemorrhage. You gotta try this shot, it's pretty wild." Trent ordered his usual that J's actually specialized in and definitely had an exotic appeal. He knew it had peach schnapps and Irish cream, but he wasn't sure on the other ingredients. "But other than that, I actually work from home and occasionally consult on cyber security. It's all so new and wild with the internet these days. All of that is right up my alley." He obviously bent the truth about what he did, but he had legitimately consulted with corporations in the past about their security. Not that they listened. It's their own fault they lost those profits really....

"And what about yourself, Ms. Jess? You mentioned you were passing through to Houston, that's still a long ways off." He leaned forward and tented his fingers to watch her over his hands, an entertained smile spread across his lips all the while. In the midst of her answering, their drinks soon arrived and Jessica was able to see exactly what Trent had ordered.



He quickly downed the shot and stretched his leg out to brush it against the model's thigh, feeling more at ease while ordering yet another alien brain.

She took her drink, and followed Trent over to the right wall, noting his somewhat introverted nature as she slid her lovely ass off the bar stool and made her way over to him. There were pictures of women all over on the walls, like cheap wall paper. She recognized a few of them, familiar swimsuit and lingerie models, that bitch Carley from San Fran. She took a seat with her drink, a Dark ’n’ Stormy:



It was a highball cocktail made with dark rum and ginger beer served over ice and garnished with a slice of lime. Its very similar to the Moscow Mule except that the Dark 'n' Stormy has dark rum instead of vodka. Her mother ran a bar in Houston, so she knew a thing or two about mixed drinks- but she never seen nothing like that 'Alien Brain Hemorrhage' before!



She pushed her drink slightly to the side, and as he went to down the shot, she took it from him with a playful grin and downed it herself.

Glup...glup~

She swallowed deeply, before exhaling in a sated manner! "Haaah, never seen one of those before~" She giggled. "But... I detect peach schnapps, grenadine, Irish cream... yes something else too hehe~" She giggled, before batting her long lashes. "I'm the same with computers, honestly. I can't imagine the level of pain it'll be when we're able to use the internet on our phones hah!" Jessica laughed. "Though working in an untapped and gradually growing field ahead of time is a good idea! And if you do something you like for your job, you'll never work a day in your life or so the saying goes!" She smiled, closing her eyes as she sipped at her drink and then stared at a... very familiar picture on the wall beside him.

BastionCon wrote:

"And what about yourself, Ms. Jess? You mentioned you were passing through to Houston, that's still a long ways off." He leaned forward and tented his fingers to watch her over his hands, an entertained smile spread across his lips all the while.

He quickly downed the shot and stretched his leg out to brush it against the model's thigh, feeling more at ease while ordering yet another alien brain.

His question couldn't have been more perfectly timed, and she giggled as she felt his leg brushing against her right thigh, she smirked, and nodded to the right. "Nine O'clock, and you'll have your answer." she winked, and did a slight, bending over pose as she brought her hand to her blouse. Other than looking sexy, she was imitating the image which depicted her in the '95 issue of a magazine she often sent images to. She was just 21 at the time, or 20... she couldn't remember if it was before or after her birthday, but it was a money shot:



"The ODDS. The ODDS one of my images would be gracing these apparent 'hallowed walls'. Bet ya thirty bucks someone was desperate enough to kiss that wall!" She snickered, sipping at her drink now as she extended her own leg and reciprocated his playful touch with her own.

Jessica Fay wrote:She took her drink, and followed Trent over to the right wall, noting his somewhat introverted nature as she slid her lovely ass off the bar stool and made her way over to him. There were pictures of women all over on the walls, like cheap wall paper. She recognized a few of them, familiar swimsuit and lingerie models, that bitch Carley from San Fran. She took a seat with her drink, a Dark ’n’ Stormy:



It was a highball cocktail made with dark rum and ginger beer served over ice and garnished with a slice of lime. Its very similar to the Moscow Mule except that the Dark 'n' Stormy has dark rum instead of vodka. Her mother ran a bar in Houston, so she knew a thing or two about mixed drinks- but she never seen nothing like that 'Alien Brain Hemorrhage' before!



She pushed her drink slightly to the side, and as he went to down the shot, she took it from him with a playful grin and downed it herself.

Glup...glup~

She swallowed deeply, before exhaling in a sated manner! "Haaah, never seen one of those before~" She giggled. "But... I detect peach schnapps, grenadine, Irish cream... yes something else too hehe~" She giggled, before batting her long lashes. "I'm the same with computers, honestly. I can't imagine the level of pain it'll be when we're able to use the internet on our phones hah!" Jessica laughed. "Though working in an untapped and gradually growing field ahead of time is a good idea! And if you do something you like for your job, you'll never work a day in your life or so the saying goes!" She smiled, closing her eyes as she sipped at her drink and then stared at a... very familiar picture on the wall beside him.

BastionCon wrote:

"And what about yourself, Ms. Jess? You mentioned you were passing through to Houston, that's still a long ways off." He leaned forward and tented his fingers to watch her over his hands, an entertained smile spread across his lips all the while.

He quickly downed the shot and stretched his leg out to brush it against the model's thigh, feeling more at ease while ordering yet another alien brain.

His question couldn't have been more perfectly timed, and she giggled as she felt his leg brushing against her right thigh, she smirked, and nodded to the right. "Nine O'clock, and you'll have your answer." she winked, and did a slight, bending over pose as she brought her hand to her blouse. Other than looking sexy, she was imitating the image which depicted her in the '95 issue of a magazine she often sent images to. She was just 21 at the time, or 20... she couldn't remember if it was before or after her birthday, but it was a money shot:



"The ODDS. The ODDS one of my images would be gracing these apparent 'hallowed walls'. Bet ya thirty bucks someone was desperate enough to kiss that wall!" She snickered, sipping at her drink now as she extended her own leg and reciprocated his playful touch with her own.

Trent couldn't help but laugh when Jessica stole his first drink out from under him. The bold move cleared any lingering tension he might have had. He was also impressed on how she could identify the parts of the alien brain, even he didn't know what all was in it. But it was when she pointed out who she actually was that Trent became slightly intimidated.

"I knew it! I knew I'd seen you somewhere before! I've been admiring that picture since I first saw it in here. I truly didn't know I was in the presence of fame." When she replicated the pose it then Trent knew he couldn't blow it tonight. She nearly took his breath away on doing the pose as he took in every inch of her form. Her full lips, her beautiful face, the ample bosom and full on cleavage. Literally everything about Jessica was perfect; she even seemed down to earth and fun as well. The complete package.

"You're right on the money there. I saw a local stagger over to it head over heels in love and smash into the wall trying to kiss your pretty face." He laughed and told the small story from one time he had been drinking alone, a small smirk creeping across his lips.

When Jessica playfully reached her leg back across, he reached under the table and stroked it from just above her knee to the middle of her shin. In fact, it was time to really get this night moving. "Well now that I really know who I'm here with, what say we move things along after one more round? I know a place nearby where you can see the clear evening sky and we should be able to have some privacy." Trent moved his chair closer to the model until he was practically right on top of her, leaning in closer and closer.

BastionCon wrote:

Trent couldn't help but laugh when Jessica stole his first drink out from under him. The bold move cleared any lingering tension he might have had. He was also impressed on how she could identify the parts of the alien brain, even he didn't know what all was in it. But it was when she pointed out who she actually was that Trent became slightly intimidated.

"I knew it! I knew I'd seen you somewhere before! I've been admiring that picture since I first saw it in here. I truly didn't know I was in the presence of fame." When she replicated the pose it then Trent knew he couldn't blow it tonight. She nearly took his breath away on doing the pose as he took in every inch of her form. Her full lips, her beautiful face, the ample bosom and full on cleavage. Literally everything about Jessica was perfect; she even seemed down to earth and fun  as well. The complete package.

"You're right on the money there. I saw a local stagger over to it head over heels in love and smash into the wall trying to kiss your pretty face." He laughed and told the small story from one time he had been drinking alone, a small smirk creeping across his lips.

When Jessica playfully reached her leg back across, he reached under the table and stroked it from just above her knee to the middle of her shin. In fact, it was time to really get this night moving. "Well now that I really know who I'm here with, what say we move things along after one more round? I know a place nearby where you can see the clear evening sky and we should be able to have some privacy." Trent moved his chair closer to the model until he was practically right on top of her, leaning in closer and closer.

She smirked. "Well, if your lucky you can get my autograph~" She purred, downing more of her glass when she spat it up when he told her the story! "Pfff, oh, that had to be a sight~" She coughed, laughing, face red with half choking on her Dark 'n Stormy. Some of the alcohol spilled onto her tank top, making it flesh colored in spots. She tried to wipe it away, but stopped bothering, chuckling before silently staring into Trent's hazel eyes. "To answer ya... I've been on the road for a few months now. Did a sesh in New York, then I was supposed to do a follow up shoot in Chicago, but... things escalated and my fiance showed me his true colors. So, was making my way back home. Decided maybe I should quit, get a real job..." she said with a sad smile whilst he stroked her leg. She glanced up at him and listened to his proposition.

She was silent for a few moments, as she looked down into her glass, swirling the ice about. "You know..." she began, and looked up at him with a sexy, interested glare.

"The very bodysuit I was wearing there? Is in the trunk of my car, just so you know~" She purred, winking.

"Maybe after I pawn the old rock, I'll... stay a few days, maybe let you see me with it on~" Jessica hummed, placing a hand on her breast, the other on her hip:



"Maybe let you take it off~" She cooed, leaning in closer to him, smiling as she looked into his hazel eyes. "I think I'd like to go on that walk, yessir~" She hummed, licking her plush lips, batting her eyes as she propped her chin off her wrist.

Jessica Fay wrote:

BastionCon wrote:

Trent couldn't help but laugh when Jessica stole his first drink out from under him. The bold move cleared any lingering tension he might have had. He was also impressed on how she could identify the parts of the alien brain, even he didn't know what all was in it. But it was when she pointed out who she actually was that Trent became slightly intimidated.

"I knew it! I knew I'd seen you somewhere before! I've been admiring that picture since I first saw it in here. I truly didn't know I was in the presence of fame." When she replicated the pose it then Trent knew he couldn't blow it tonight. She nearly took his breath away on doing the pose as he took in every inch of her form. Her full lips, her beautiful face, the ample bosom and full on cleavage. Literally everything about Jessica was perfect; she even seemed down to earth and fun  as well. The complete package.

"You're right on the money there. I saw a local stagger over to it head over heels in love and smash into the wall trying to kiss your pretty face." He laughed and told the small story from one time he had been drinking alone, a small smirk creeping across his lips.

When Jessica playfully reached her leg back across, he reached under the table and stroked it from just above her knee to the middle of her shin. In fact, it was time to really get this night moving. "Well now that I really know who I'm here with, what say we move things along after one more round? I know a place nearby where you can see the clear evening sky and we should be able to have some privacy." Trent moved his chair closer to the model until he was practically right on top of her, leaning in closer and closer.

She smirked. "Well, if your lucky you can get my autograph~" She purred, downing more of her glass when she spat it up when he told her the story! "Pfff, oh, that had to be a sight~" She coughed, laughing, face red with half choking on her Dark 'n Stormy. Some of the alcohol spilled onto her tank top, making it flesh colored in spots. She tried to wipe it away, but stopped bothering, chuckling before silently staring into Trent's hazel eyes. "To answer ya... I've been on the road for a few months now. Did a sesh in New York, then I was supposed to do a follow up shoot in Chicago, but... things escalated and my fiance showed me his true colors. So, was making my way back home. Decided maybe I should quit, get a real job..." she said with a sad smile whilst he stroked her leg. She glanced up at him and listened to his proposition.

She was silent for a few moments, as she looked down into her glass, swirling the ice about. "You know..." she began, and looked up at him with a sexy, interested glare.

"The very bodysuit I was wearing there? Is in the trunk of my car, just so you know~" She purred, winking.

"Maybe after I pawn the old rock, I'll... stay a few days, maybe let you see me with it on~" Jessica hummed, placing a hand on her breast, the other on her hip:



"Maybe let you take it off~" She cooed, leaning in closer to him, smiling as she looked into his hazel eyes. "I think I'd like to go on that walk, yessir~" She hummed, licking her plush lips, batting her eyes as she propped her chin off her wrist.

"I'd like very much for us to take that suit for a test drive. And take if off a few times to make sure it's still in one piece." Trent replied with raised eyebrows. They waited for their drinks to arrive, each took one more tip, and set off to pay off the tab.

Trent passed the keys off to Jessica while he paid at the counter, even leaving extra back at the table for the waitress. Looks like this is actually happening. Holy shit, this is turning into the best day of my life! Once that was done, he walked quickly back out to the car only to see someone shambling toward the bar from the left. The guy didn't look well at all with dirty clothes and an expression that practically belonged to the dead. He actually veered to into the street before just standing there, setting off literally every mental alarm Trent had. What the fuck is with this guy? Whatever, we're not sticking around to find out.

After doing enough people watching, he slid back into the comfort of the Cadillac and the lovely presence of someone he'd crushed on for years without even realizing it. "Maybe I can get that autograph at the park, ya know? It's only about a minute from here." He winked and gave Jessica's thigh a quick squeeze before swiftly backing out to leave the ominous air of J's Bar behind....

BastionCon wrote:
"I'd like very much for us to take that suit for a test drive. And take if off a few times to make sure it's still in one piece." Trent replied with raised eyebrows. They waited for their drinks to arrive, each took one more tip, and set off to pay off the tab.

Trent passed the keys off to Jessica while he paid at the counter, even leaving extra back at the table for the waitress. Looks like this is actually happening. Holy shit, this is turning into the best day of my life! Once that was done, he walked quickly back out to the car only to see someone shambling toward the bar from the left. The guy didn't look well at all with dirty clothes and an expression that practically belonged to the dead. He actually veered to into the street before just standing there, setting off literally every mental alarm Trent had. What the fuck is with this guy? Whatever, we're not sticking around to find out.

After doing enough people watching, he slid back into the comfort of the Cadillac and the lovely presence of someone he'd crushed on for years without even realizing it. "Maybe I can get that autograph at the park, ya know? It's only about a minute from here." He winked and gave Jessica's thigh a quick squeeze before swiftly backing out to leave the ominous air of J's Bar behind....

"Haha!" Jessica chuckled. "You sir, are a riot! I'm sure we'll get... rather intimate with its ins and outs~" She winked. When the drinks arrived she finished hers and a shot for good measure, before they headed outside. It was getting slightly chilly out now, couldn't be no closer to 8pm or so? She stuck close to Trent, and the pair passed somebody who stank to high hell shambling towards the bar. God... is that him? It can't be, this smell is like rancid garbage that hadn't been taken out for WEEKS! She thought, before quickly getting into the car with Trent.

She glanced over to him when she felt his hand on her thigh, half jumping at first, before relaxing with a grin. "Sure thing~" She winked. "And I know exactly where to put it~" Jess purred, before the vehicle pulled away from the curb and began heading towards their next destination.

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