Title: Tequila Girl
Pairing: Leah Clearwater and Jasper Whitlock
Synopsis: The drummer for Southern Sinners lives hard and parties even harder. Jasper likes his hook-ups like he likes his drinks, hot and fast. Leah Clearwater might just be the one to break his rule. She tells it how it is and her blunt honesty is sure to get the best of him.
Rating: (T-M) Mild language and sex
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TAKE LIFE WITH A GRAIN OF SALT
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"What's this?" Leah asks, her big brown eyes peering at him over the rim of her glass. She's been sitting at the bar and ordering wine after wine until her head started swimming from the liquor. She narrows her eyes to get a better look at him because the liquor has clouded her eyesight. He's a dirty-blond, she thinks, screwing her eyes and somewhat attractive with honeyed brown eyes and a cleft chin.
"That's my room key, sweetheart" he says, chin lifted and confident.
"It might have escaped your attention but I'm not a hooker" Leah clarifies, very slowly so that he can catch each and every syllable. His southern drawl doesn't escape her but she's not in the mood tonight. She can hear the hiss of a roulette wheel from a distance, the clank of coins from a slot machine but the tourists are ever present. This is Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps, she thinks with a sigh as she takes another sip of chardonnay.
"Oh I never buy sex, gorgeous" he drawls and Leah rolls her eyes because she knows his type all too well. He smells of sex and money, like he's just wrestled with both up in his suite and in Vegas that meant sex with hookers.
"Here's my offer, we'll go up to my room and have a bit of fun. In the morning, you can tell your friends all about it" he says signalling for the barman.
"And why would I do that?" she frowns, pursing her lips at him.
"You don't know who I am?" he raises his eyebrows, a flicker of concern in his gorgeous eyes "I'm fucking Jasper from Southern Sinners, sweetheart"
"Listen Jasper from Southern Sinners, "she makes air quotes with her fingers at the words Southern Sinners" You're trying too hard to be an Alpha and it's not really working for me"
"I'm sure the cocky thing usually works but you're coming off as a pig" she explains, a mock smile teasing her lips before she orders tequila from the barman.
"What's your name?" Jasper asks, his eyes locking to her lips. He likes their shape and the way they move and she cusses him out.
"My name is sweetheart" her face is blank as she replies, her hand reaching for a shot from the couple set down by the bartender.
"Why are you blocking sweetheart?" Jasper asks, picking up his own glass. He takes a whiff from the tequila before picking up the salt "I can give you an evening you won't soon forget"
"It's not you, it's me" Leah shrugs her shoulder, casting him a quick glance, "Because guess what, I come equipped with a brain. "She smiles, sprinkling salt on her wrist.
"That's tragic cause you don't need one, sweetheart" Jasper's eyes linger on the delicate skin of her wrist, heart throbbing against his chest as his mind wanders to the things he wants o do to her.
"Which finger would you like?" she smiles, cheeks flushing as she gives him a sidelong glance. He doesn't seem to mind the rejection; in fact Jasper seems to thrive on it. He lifts his tequila shot and winks at her, bashfully, "Let me rock your world" he says with a sheepish smile before throwing it down his throat.
"How do they resist you?" Leah chuckles and rolls her eyes because she cannot believe that men like him exist but then she remembers that she is in Vegas and in Sin City anything is possible.
"The accent does nothing for you?" Jasper asks, bewildered at her reaction and Leah flips her shaggy hair back, fingering the bangs from her eyes.
"Zero"
"Why are you being so difficult?"
"Easy is boring" she wets her lips with the shot then tilts her head back to take down the whole thing. Her face creases into a grimace and she coughs back the burn but she lifts her finger to signal for another shot.
"I get it, you're playing hard to get" Jasper grins watching her.
"You're so astute!" she chuckles, rolling her eyes as she takes another sip at her wine.
"You have a pretty laugh. You should laugh more often" Jasper says, motioning the bartender for two more shots and another glass of wine.
"I get why you're sceptical" he says adjusting the army tags around his neck "You want to be wanted because you've spend your whole life behind the scenes but you're sceptical when someone does want you" he drawls, scooting closer to her, "But no one puts you in a corner"
"Did you seriously just reference Dirty Dancing?" she lifts an eyebrow and shakes her head.
"Don't interrupt my monologue, sweetheart"
"Okay, let's go" Leah suddenly says as the barman arrives with more tequila shots.
"What?"He asks, perplexed at her sudden change of heart.
"Let's go up to you suite" she says matter of factly, tipping her head back as she takes her last shot. It burns but it's a nice burn, it's a burn that promises an eventful night.
"Really?"Jasper asks, simpering as he leans back in his barstool.
"What's the matter, I thought you were a smooth talking Lothario" Leach challenges him and gathers her purse, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She's ready and she wants him now, "Let's go" she says because she's thinking why not, she's in Vegas and what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Right?
"Fine, let's go" Jasper drawls, offering her his arm as he lurches up to his feet.