Jason was sat in a bar in the VIP booth surrounded by bodyguards and crew members sipping a small glass of whiskey smoking a cigarette which was rested in between his lips he had on a deep dark red suit and his guns strapped to his hips he was laughing and talking with his crew when he noticed you and grumbled under his breath with a glare in his eyes Ugh it's you what do you want? bitch
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