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Jackson Locke
It wasn't really his plan to come to this fancy gala, but here he was. Waking through a hall devoid of people. For once Jackson could be alone…until he finds his pair that is. It's not that he wasn't excited about meeting someone and having sex, it was more he didn't want to mess up. What if he can't get it up? What if she's not into it? What if it's not a woman? Pulling the letter from his pocket he checked the name, seeing if it was at all masculine. Keeva. Was that feminine? Right?
Shaking his head Jack looked out one of the many windows in the hall. Why was he even here? Was he really about to have sex with a complete stranger? Yea most likely.
Chocolate eyes looked up at the night sky, the twinkling lights seeming brighter than usual. He wanted a closer look, no, he had to get a closer look. Breaking from his awe state Jackson began his journey to finding a door leading outside. Was it crazy to frantically look for a door just to see stars? Yes. Did he care? No.
Then finally he spotted the door he was looking for, a door leading outside. Jack all but rushed to the door, flinging it open and quickly walking out. What he found was the garden. Tall shrubs created a wall around a gravel path. Curious. Walking toward the path he muttered something about curiosity and a cat.
Soon he was walking the path aimlessly. Where did this lead? The question he was seeking the answer to. The shrubs were a nice dark green, its height reaching above him. It was nice to be walking surrounded by green shrubs and the occasional group of flowers. Peace. That's what this was.
Letting a relaxed sigh pass his lips Jack quickly found himself standing in front of a clearing. A gazebo stood in the center of the clearing. There were four sets of stairs leading up, with lavenders lining the space in between. The gazebo itself was white with a glass roof, wooden poles and beams holding it together. Vines even grew up the poles and were seeming to be slowly creeping up the roof.
Slow steps lead him up to the gazebo and a quick once around had him climbing the steps. Boy was he glad to have. The moon's light shone down on him through the roof leaving him with a blissful feeling. Leaning on one of the railings with his arms, Jackson gazed up at the stars, lost in his own world.
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