jessicarabbit-tar whispered:
"You'll be wrinkly," Jessica insisted, grinning as she got up and paid for her drinks. "I'll still be as stunning or whatever it is I supposed am, as ever. I am totally not changing your diapers when you're old and grey though. Well, I might. Depending on if you're rich or not," Giggling as she swayed away and went outside, she sighed and leaned against the outside wall of the bar. "Mmm, I like you," She told him, squinting, "I'm still learning how to trust you. But I like you."

“Nonsense, I’ll still be fit as ever,” he replied dryly. He kept the phone pressed against his ear, a warm kind hearted smile lighting his features as he listened to her. “I like you too,” he sighed, “and I’m glad cause that means a lot to me.”

jessicarabbit-tar whispered:
Jessica gave a small grunt of approval before waving her fingers at the bartender and gulping down another shot. Gasping out at the burn in her throat, he said, "Right you are, Mister. Very right. Although I did have one beer but that switched up pretty fast." Licking her lips, her eyes shimmered, while the glass hit the surface and she began to trace the rim with her fingertip. "Yeah you better. If I can live past ninety, so can you. Hey Desmond?"

“Yes~,” he grinned, speaking into the phone. “That’s one for me and zip for you.” He squirmed, getting comfortable. “Sure can - bet you we’ll still be cackling to each other even when we’re all wrinkly.” He laughed hard, catching his breath. “Yeah Jess?”

jessicarabbit-tar whispered:
"Well," The red-head rolled her eyes and looked at the empty glass, one of four, laid out before her in the bar. "Maybe. Maybe not. Everyone drinks, the question is, WHAT am I drinking? Which you don't need to know about." Blinking at his confession, she suddenly thought about him working up a sweat and straightened up on the stool. "Well that's nice. You should definitely do that. You'll live longer. Or so I've heard. You're so reckless though, who even knows?"

He chuckled, laying back with the cell phone still pressed to his ear while his other hand just rested on his chest. “Sounds to me like someone’s been doing shots, am I right?” He wasn’t sure if she’d wanted him to guess or not but it was late and he could afford a slip up or two. He shook his head disagreeably, “not by much. Promise ya I’ll live to a ripe old age of ninety. Swear it on my mother’s grave.”

jessicarabbit-tar whispered:
"Hey," Jessica's voice came out with a small giggle trailing the end, "Sorry if I interrupted your night or anything. I just wanted to hear your voice. And see how you were. If you were okay. Or not. It's really hot out and I know how it is for wolves so I wanted to make sure you didn't die of a heatstroke." Pausing, she squinted and stared down at the counter, "No wait. I mean. Let's try that again. Are you well?"

He rose a brow. “Are you drinking Jess?” he asked innocently enough in a mild tone of voice trying to cover up his amusement. “I’m working up a sweat right now~,” he teased with a smile, “I’m workin’ out~”

jessicarabbit-tar whispered:
Jessica had been drinking. Nothing too serious, just a few shots of tequila and a beer. It was hot outside and she was off of work until classes got back into full swing. She could spare a few sips. So yes, Jessica had been drinking, and she had her phone. So, she hit a few numbers, humming thoughtfully, before pressing the device to her ear and waiting for the werewolf on the other side to pick up.

He put down his weights, running a hand through his hair and stood. “Hello?” he asked, sitting down on the edge of his bed.