Written By SweetArms37 and Sassylegs73.
It's Jack's senior year of college , and as he is bracing himself for the future , everything changes. His new advisor Boris steps into his life, and things get shaken up.
Bright lights are flashing and there are tables dispersed throughout the Jockey Rooms.The dance floor is crowded and students who are obviously under the influence are everywhere. It's loud. I can't hear my own thoughts as the music blares.
I got asked to chaperone this event by John Swallow. He said he was too busy to show up, and that if people asked, I was the president that night.
So, I put on a prom dress from the 2000's I thrifted, my Kentucky Derby hat, and I was off. It was not how I wanted to spend my Saturday night, but I am getting paid in Birdie Bucks.
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I am manning the punch bowl, when PJ comes up to get a cup. She's staring at me, not saying a word.
"Hi, PJ! You look great" I say.
"Uh, thanks. I like your hat" she says. She chugs it, and hands back the cup. "Can you fill this up again?"
"Yes, of course," I respond. As I am filling up her cup again, Payton saunters up.
"Where is your badge?" says Payton.
"What?" I spew out.
"Your badge. I'd like to see it. Now"
"Payton, what are you talking about?"
"I don't know, what am I talking about...agent"
"Have you had too much of the cheese?" I ask.
"I have had a standard amount, thank you very much" says Payton. He looks at PJ, and she whispers something to him. She chugs her cup, and sets it down. They gallop to a corner. Like, literally, they gallop.
Odd. What is Payton saying? Agent? Agent of what?
As they start playing the National Anthem, someone taps my shoulder from behind. I turn, and there is Jack, staring at me. He is wearing a floral print shirt, and it's tucked into some khakis. It is simple, but he looks good.
He looks amazing.
He looks upset.
What did I do? All we did was sleep on hard concrete. My neck still hurts. I have only been able to look to my right for the past 2 days.
"Can we talk?" he asks.
"Can it wait? I'm on punch duty." I say.
"No" He grabs my hand, and pulls me on the dance floor.
An odd place to talk, but whatever. He's here, so who cares.
