So this is part 2. As you can tell the person I have used for Jace is Ian Somerhalder. The way I pictured Jace and the way I see Ian, they go hand in hand based on their physical and their ideals. Despite Jace being who he is, he wants to protect, he hates it when things go wrong or when people won't do anything to stop disaster. With Ian, I see him as someone and he is someone who wants to protect the environment, animal right and so much. That's the way I see it. So like I said here is part 2, so enjoy and please leave any feedback and comments. I know it's short, sorry.
Jace was already at the bar drinking when he heard an enthusiastic voice call the bartender. "Jaz?" he questioned it. Hearing her name, she turned to the voice that called her. She smiled brightly and waved. "Jace!" Rapidly she pushed through a few fellow patrons and jumped forward, hugging Jace. He was surprised that he had gotten big hug from her. He didn't push her back, instead he hugged back. "Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked when she finished hugging him. "What else? Partying!" She laughed. "What about you? Date night with Clo?" She looked around to see if her friend was nearby. He shook his head, "No I haven't seen her all day. I came to catch up on work without interruptions. And of course." He smiled, "My club is the perfect place for a party. Party place for a party girl." He teased. "Exactly!" She grinned. "Wait just work? That's no fun. You own a club! How can you work and not party?!" Jace took a sip of his drink. "Yeah just work." He signaled the bartender to serve him another. "Ironic isn't it. Well the reason for that is because I have bills to pay. Money doesn't earn itself and work doesn't do itself." Which was entirely true, Jace had lived his entire living out the luxurious life. Expensive cars, trips, brand clothes. His club earned him $45,896.00 a month net income, but his illegal arm deals, earned him $2.5 million a deal, which he had several one's a month. "Well yeah yeah." She waved off the obvious priority. "But you gotta let loose too ya know. It's good for the soul. Gets your blood pumping!" She cheered.
Jace laughed as he got his drink. "Trust me I've tried but I got too much on my hands. Ha-ha my soul? Well what's left of it anyway." She narrowed her eyes at him and smirked. "You didn't try hard enough." She took his drink from his hand and drank it. Setting the glass back down on the bar, she smiled innocently at him. That took him by surprise, sure Jaz was eccentric and didn't hesitate, but she always found ways to surprise him. "Wow, you drank that without hesitation." He thought for a moment. "Okay, you like bourbon." He signaled the bartender and he served them each a glass. "There you go." She chuckled. "Since when do I hesitate when it comes to anything?" She tapped her glass to his and drank. Jace drank his in one serve. He gave her a victorious look. She applauded him. "There ya go! Let loose! Another round!" She ordered more drinks. "So this is the drinking game I owe you?" He smirked at her. "Well you do owe me a real challenge, but nah. No game, just drink!" She downed another drink. As soon as she finished, she ordered more. Jace took the drink and drank it all at once again. "Are you saying that I can't provide you a real challenge?" He questioned him as if she doubted him.
"Well last time I was winning before you dropped out so..." She teased. Jace ordered the entire bottle and new glasses. "Ouch." He gave Jaz a new glass and served her drink as he did himself. "Jaz Mote, I challenge you to a drinking game. Last person standing wins."
"Jace Hunter, I accept your challenge." She shot her drink back.
To be continued...