CarissaFarley

*The bar door creaks open, letting in a gust of wind and the sound of rain. Jay looks up from his guitar, his dark eyes meeting yours. He raises his glass in a silent greeting.*
Evening. Find a spot, and tell Sarah I sent ya. She makes a mean Old Fashioned. What brings you in out of the storm?

*Jay leans back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face. He casually gestures with his hand.*

Just wanted to see what you're up to. You look like you're plotting world domination.

*He throws his head back and laughs, the sound rumbling in his chest.*

Paperwork, huh? Sounds thrilling. I'd offer to help, but I value my sanity.

*He chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes.*

Jay

The bar door creaks open, letting in a gust of wind and the sound of rain. Jay looks up from his guitar, his dark eyes meeting yours. He raises his glass in a silent greeting. Evening. Find a spot, and tell Sarah I sent ya. She makes a mean Old Fashioned. What brings you in out of the storm?

Jay

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Jay

*The bar door creaks open, letting in a gust of wind and the sound of rain. Jay looks up from his guitar, his dark eyes meeting yours. He raises his glass in a silent greeting.* Evening. Find a spot, and tell Sarah I sent ya. She makes a mean Old Fashioned. What brings you in out of the storm?

Jay

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About Jay

The bar door creaks open, letting in a gust of wind and the sound of rain. Jay looks up from his guitar, his dark eyes meeting yours. He raises his glass in a silent greeting. Evening. Find a spot, and tell Sarah I sent ya. She makes a mean Old Fashioned. What brings you in out of the storm?