Come Fly With Me [Jo]

[BRANDON GARCIA]

Brandon sat in his car, his mask[/u] stuffed in the pocket of his suit jacket. He was dressed to the nines and felt very strange being so. Melanie had insisted he didn’t look ridiculous, but he had to disagree. His hair was slicked to one side, for God’s sake. He wore a gray, patterned suit[/u], a light blue shirt and a red, black, and white tie. Sharp was the best word to describe how he looked, but he liked being rough around the edges. Once more his wings were strapped tight to his back, minimizing the risk of anyone noticing what he was. Perhaps Mordecai wanted to reveal their existence to the world, but it would have to happen slowly, and tonight was not the night to just bust out the wings. Well, not until he got home, at least; but even that presented a problem. He wanted so badly to go home with Jo, though he knew he shouldn’t, not so soon. What if Jo asked him to stay, however? He knew he wouldn’t be able to tell her no. But then what about his wings? He would have to cross that bridge when he came to it. Right now, he shouldn’t even be thinking about getting her to bed…he needed to be thinking about being a gentleman.

He had agreed to pick her up at her home this time, and he sent a text letting her know he was there. She could come out and meet him, since he couldn’t get into the building on his own. Brandon leaned against his red mustang as he waited for her to come down. His hands were in his pockets as he waited in front of the passenger side door. He had to admit, he was a little nervous. Would she laugh at how stupid he looked? He felt so strange in a full suit. Part of him wanted to call Melanie, have her talk him out of his embarrassment, but he knew she was probably out with Kevin, having a good time herself. He wouldn’t think about that too much. Brandon liked the kid, but that didn’t mean he was cool with the idea of him being with his sister yet. It would take more time for Brandon to trust Kevin completely; thankfully, Kevin seemed to understand that.

At last he was distracted by the vision walking toward him. Jo took the breath right out of Brandon. He slowly leaned up off the car, his lips parted with his awe at how lovely she looked. There was just something about her that stunned him. He walked forward, toward her, and took her hand lightly in his with a grin. His lips brushed over her knuckles gently, his black eyes on her own large brown ones. “You look beautiful,” he finally said, his smile wide and boyish in its awe.

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

It took Jo forever to get ready! She had to look JUST right! She wanted to look like she belonged at the masquerade. She had never been before but knew it was a big deal, and when Brandon mentioned going she had been all about it! She had been to a masquerade once before, but it was a silly dance in Vegas and not nearly as fancy as this. She had spent far too much on her outfit, but it was at least a dress she knew she could wear again.

She curled the front of her hair and then combed it out, making it wave slightly and pinned the side up with a black, lacy flower pin. Her dress was a deep gold with tulle sprouting from the short tea length and her shoes were lacy black and gold. She chose a beautiful gold and black mask to match and her eyes were brushed with gold eye shadow and heavy eyeliner. Normally Jo didn't wear much make-up but she wanted her eyes to show brightly under the mask, and it had worked.

When she was finished she sprayed some perfume on and nibbled at some leftovers from dinner before she got the message from Brandon that he was there. She felt the excitement boil in her stomach and she grabbed her purse and headed out the door, taking her time to get downstairs so he didn't think she was half as anxious as she actually was. Truth be told she was extremely excited!

She held her mask and her purse in her hand as she left the building, folding them in front of her and giving him a shy grin as she walked towards him. Did he have to look so damn hot? She wanted to say fuck the masquerade and take him back upstairs! Jo decided tonight just might have to be the night, but then again she knew she should wait. Hopefully her buzzed future self would be able to make a good judgement call, because present Jo was having a tough time of it.

Jo allowed Brandon to take her hand in his and kiss her knuckles, his large puppy dog eyes on hers, making her melt once more. How did he do that?. “You look beautiful,” She blushed and bit her bottom lip as she looked at him, forgetting she should say something back. "So do you.." She said a little breathlessly and shook her head. "I mean handsome!" She corrected and laughed at her own little faux pas. "Have you been using that lemon soap in your mouth? Because you're not nearly as foul as the night I met you, you know." She allowed him to open her door for her and slid inside, buckling her seat belt and holding her things on her lap, watching as he came to the drivers side. "I'm not going to lie.. I'm actually really stoked about tonight. You get major brownie points for this. Cash them in wisely." She teased, wrinkled her nose a little as she grinned in his direction.

[BRANDON GARCIA]

Brandon loved the way Jo chewed her bottom lip when she was feeling bashful. It made his stomach twist with need and he almost grabbed her and pulled her into the backseat of his mustang. She had no idea what she did to him and with how lovely she looked, it was nearly impossible to behave himself. “So do you…” He was a little confused at first and then grinned when she corrected herself. “I mean handsome!” He laughed with her. “What, I’m not beautiful?” he teased, leading her to his car. “Have you been using that lemon soap in your mouth? Because you’re not nearly as foul as the night I met you, you know.” Brandon laughed and shook his head. “Damn, Jo! You caught me.” He opened her door for her, watching her climb in with an adoring smile. Of course, he did notice her shapely legs as she climbed in, which made a spark of desire light up in his eyes. How long was he going to be able to deny her? At this rate, not much longer. He made sure she was tucked in before he closed the door for her and made his way over to his side. He put the keys in the ignition and listened as the car purred to life before looking at Jo as she spoke.

“I’m not going to lie…I’m actually really stoked about tonight. You get major brownie points for this. Cash them in wisely.” Brandon felt devious as he grinned, distracted by the way her tiny little nose wrinkled when she smiled at him. The leather seat he sat in creaked as he leaned over the center console toward her. Their faces were close as he watched her mouth lustfully, still smiling. “I can think of a few ways I could cash them in,” he teased softly. His hand came up to pull her face closer, meet him halfway as he kissed her. The tips of his fingers played at the tips of her hair as he parted her lips with his own. God, she was so soft. Had he ever met a softer woman? Maybe it had just been too long, but he didn’t think he had. Before he could stop himself, his tongue snuck out and touched hers gently, making his own blood pump hard in his veins. He had to pull away before he lost his head kissing her. When he did, he did so slowly, giving an almost bashful grin as he backed away, watching her eyes.

With a heavy sigh, he buckled his seatbelt before putting the car in gear. “You’re trouble with a capital T,” he teased, glancing at her with a smirk. He asked about her day as they made their way to the museum. It wasn’t a long drive, only about 15 minutes, and once there he looked at Jo with raised eyebrows. “Don’t you touch that handle,” he warned playfully, pointing a finger at her. He climbed out and smoothed out his jacket as he came to the passenger side door. He opened her door for her and extended his arm out to his side, inviting her to exit the vehicle. “Milady,” he said with a good-humored bow. When she got out, he closed the door behind her, but accidentally caught part of her skirt in the door. “Shit!” she exclaimed, scrambling to open the door again, and when he did so, he had a big toothy grin on his face. “Sorry!” He extended his arm for her to take as the car beeped locked. “Just a warning, I haven’t been to one of these things in a while. I might step on your toes when we dance.” He gave her a wink, preferring to watch her as they walked in than the ground in front of them.

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

Jo felt butterflies in her stomach with the way Brandon was looking at her in the car. It was that heated desire in his eyes that made her feel hot and breathless, but so very excited. He was leaning towards her and she felt herself lean forward just a hair, her eyes flitting between his eyes and lips as if she knew what he was doing, and she did.. “I can think of a few ways I could cash them in,” he teased softly and her lips parted as he brought her face closer with his hand to kiss her.

Jo didn't want to be so easy, but it was hard with Brandon. He was charming and sexy and funny and so damn cute. That and it had been too long since someone like that was in her life, and she was maybe a little to in need for a man to fill some of her more personal needs. Jo slid her hand to the back of his neck and moaned into his lips as his tongue darted out to meet hers. She didn't object or stop him, but she knew she should. She had to! If she didn't they would never make it to the stupid dance and she would end up taking him back inside and that would be that.

She was glad he finally moved away, pouting playfully at him, making it clear she liked the way he cashed in those "brownie points". “You’re trouble with a capital T,” he teased, smirking at her and she gave him a frisky look back. "You don't know the half of it." She teased back.

The playful banter went back and forth for a bit and then they talked as they made their way to the ball. She was again impressed when he opened her door, sliding her mask on before she took his arm to let him escort her out. “Milady,” he said with a good-humored bow and she giggled. "Why thank you, good sir!" When he shut the door she felt a little tug and gasped, turning back as he cursed, opening the door again and freeing the short shirt of her dress from the door. “Sorry!” She smiled at him. It wasn't ripped, so no harm no foul. "You're forgiven, but just this once. Be glad you didn't use all those brownie points in the beginning." She teased as they made their way up to the front entrance.

"Just a warning, I haven’t been to one of these things in a while. I might step on your toes when we dance.” Jo shrugged nonchalantly. "If you step on my toes you'll just need to rub them later." She said casually. "And kiss them better. Don't worry, they don't smell. I make an awesome foot scrub and cream." She laughed, nudging him playfully.

Brandon handed the tickets over and they pair walked in. Jo was astonished with the decorations. She'd been to the museum before, but this was amazing! "They really don't hold back for this, do they?" She asked, looking around. She let Brandon lead her in. She was glad to see some other girls were wearing short dresses, too. "So, sailor.. you gonna ask me to dance or do I need to get you liquored up first?"

[BRANDON GARCIA]

“If you step on my toes you’ll just need to rub them later.” Brandon laughed, liking how Jo could keep up with his humor. “And kiss them better. Don’t worry, they don’t smell. I make an awesome foot scrub and cream.” He wrinkled his nose playfully. “Yeah, but do you use them?” he teased, chuckling as she nudged him. He handed the tickets over at the door and slipped his mask on quickly before they continued in. Jo was in awe as she looked around at the decorations. They were lovely, but he enjoyed watching her much more. “They really don’t hold back for this, do they?” Brandon shook his head, taking it in for a moment. “Nope, these are your city taxes hard at work. Enjoy it,” he said good-naturedly. He led her into the room, glancing around at all the people already there. How many of his Avisaille buddies would he see here? He was sure Mordecai was around here somewhere, and if Brandon saw him, he would be sure to greet him. Brandon had enormous respect for Mordecai Dietrich, even if he was a little naïve.

“So, sailor…you gonna ask me to dance or do I need to get you liquored up first?” He looked back down at his date and smirked at the way she called him “sailor.” He took her hand on his arm in both of his. “You’re so impatient,” he scolded playfully. He then gripped both of her hands in his, guiding her toward the dance floor. “Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?” he asked with mocking seriousness. Once on the dance floor, he pulled her close, one hand holding one of hers and the other holding her waist gently. He was grinning boyishly as he moved them to the tempo of the music. Brandon was no expert when it came to dancing, but he was far from terrible. He easily took the lead, keeping his eyes on Jo’s. “My dad made me learn how to dance when I was young,” he explained. “I never thought it would come in handy, though.” A low chuckle left him before he spun her, watching the skirt of her dress flare out a little before he pulled her back to him. This time his hand rested on the small of her back, but he continued to hold her gaze through their masks. His smile grew a little as he looked at those eyes of hers.

“Even through a mask, you’ve got the biggest, prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen,” he told her softly, keeping his voice down so it was just the two of them who could hear as he led her in circles around the floor. “And I’ve seen a lot of eyes.” He nodded mockingly sage-like to affirm things supposition, before smiling at her again. It was strange how much he enjoyed twirling her around the dance floor, feeling content as he did so. She was lovely and he loved watching her be so. “Where did you get eyes like that?” he inquired. Brandon was certain she had to look like her mother with how effeminate she was, but perhaps he was wrong. Either way, he was interested in finding out.

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

Jo giggled when he called her impatient and led her away to the dance floor. “Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?” He asked, his tone serious but his face telling another story. She couldn't stop the grin on her face as she shrugged her shoulders. "Why, I thought you'd never ask!"

Jo easily tucked her small hand in his larger one, sliding her other arm up around his shoulder. Her fingers wiggled their way against the hair at the very bottom of his scalp, smiling up at him. She wasn't a great dancer, but Brandon seemed to know what he was doing which again surprised Jo. She had judged him far too quickly as being rough around the edges, and though he was, he was very, very soft in the middle. He could show a girl a good time, be romantic and somehow still manage to make it all seem lighthearted and fun.

"You're better than I thought you'd be." She teased lightly, grinning still. She couldn't seem to wipe the grin off her face whenever she was with him. “My dad made me learn how to dance when I was young. I never thought it would come in handy, though.” A low chuckle rumbled out of him and he spun her, making Jo swoon. His hand slid to her back when she found herself nestled back against him. She pushed herself closer to him and smiled. "I'll have to thank your father for being such a good teacher sometime." She said lightly as they danced, his eyes intense as they peered down into hers.

Brandon had very soulful eyes, Jo noticed. They were kind and flirty and showed he was genuine, which she could have guessed by his treatment towards her, but there was something about his eyes that made Jo's stomach twist excitedly. “Even through a mask, you’ve got the biggest, prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of eyes.” His words started off kind and then became mockingly serious. It was cute on him and easy to tell when he was being playful, which Jo appreciated. She didn't need to guess with Brandon, which was a nice change of pace. "Funny, I was just thinking about your eyes." She teased back lightly. “Where did you get eyes like that?” She laughed at his silly, but sweet question. "They were on clearance at Target." She explained playfully, her grin growing at her own silly answer, and then shook her head. "I have my mothers eyes. I look a great deal like my mother.." It was something Jo had hated as a girl since she hated her mother, but things between the two had gotten better over the years as Jo had grown up, and so had her mother.

"What about you? Who do you look more like?" She asked, her tone curious and gentle as he swept her around the dance floor. "You and your sister look a lot alike. She's pretty.. and sweet. Remind her to come by and hang out sometime." She said, her grin growing. "I could use more girlfriends and I definitely wouldn't mind getting some dirt on you."

[BRANDON GARCIA]

“They were on clearance at Target.” Brandon laughed loud, imagining eyes actually being on sale at Target. Jo had a great sense of humor, which only made him like her all the more. She shook her head and got serious, and Brandon felt triumphant when she said she did indeed look like her mother. He pictured what her mother might look like, and only managed to come up with a slightly older version of Jo herself. Brandon actually thought it might be interesting to meet her. How similar were Jo and her mother personality wise? Was she as funny and quirky as her daughter? Brandon had never had the desire to meet a girl’s parents before, which threw him off a little with Jo. There were so many things about her that just made him curious, though.

“What about you? Who do you look more like? You and your sister look a lot alike. She’s pretty…and sweet. Remind her to come by and hang out sometime. I could use more girlfriends and I definitely wouldn’t mind getting some dirt on you.” Brandon laughed again, feeling a renewed surge of warmth towards Jo. She wanted to be friends with his sister…he couldn’t even begin to explain how much that meant to him. “I’ll let her know. She’d probably be more than happy to dish about me,” he replied playfully. “And are you saying I’m pretty because me and Melanie look a lot alike? That’s sweet that you would think so.” He rolled his shoulders in mock excitement, sounding a little flamboyant as he spoke the words so he could make her laugh. His smile was warm afterward, though, and got serious once more. “We actually both look like our mother, but she looks much more like her than I do. My hair is lighter like my mom’s, but my mouth, my stature, and my eyes are like my dad’s. I’m kind of half and half with my parents. Melanie…she could pass for a darker haired clone of our mom. Her personality is exactly like our dad’s, though. Our mom died when we were young, but I think my personality is more like hers, from what I can remember. My dad used to say so, too.” He gave a crooked smile down to his date, comfortable talking about his parents with her, at least the basics.

The song ended and he dipped Jo back playfully, letting his hand support her small weight. She was charming and he smiled as he watched her reaction to being leaned back. Moments later, however, he straightened her again, grinning wide as she resituated herself. “So, do you want to dance the next song, or do you want a drink, milady?” he inquired playfully. He just wanted to spend time with her, so he would let her call the shots.

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

“I’ll let her know. She’d probably be more than happy to dish about me. And are you saying I’m pretty because me and Melanie look a lot alike? That’s sweet that you would think so.” [/i] Jo actually laughed when he talked flamboyantly. The girly voice didn't suit him, but it was cute. She smacked his shoulder playfully and shook her head. "Yes. I think you're super duper pretty." She teased through her laughter. Only when she calmed did he continued to tell her about how he looked like both his parents, but mostly like his mother. He seemed to recall her fondly which was sweet to hear. Jo felt bad that he'd lost her so young. She didn't know exactly what that was like, but she knew what it felt like to be abandoned by her mother. It was different, but hurt just as much. It was never easy losing a parent.

When the song ended, Brandon dipped Jo back making her suck in a sharp breath as she grabbed him, feeling anxious about the way he dipped her. "Don't you dare drop me!" She hissed through her wide grin. He pulled her back up and she giggled, feeling exhilarated from the dancing and dipping.

“So, do you want to dance the next song, or do you want a drink, milady?” Jo wrapped her arms around Brandon's neck. "My feet don't have blisters yet, so I think another dance is in order." She said playfully, moving herself a little closer as she looked up into his eyes. She was glad she opted for heels. She didn't feel nearly as short as she did on their last date when she wore strappy sandals instead of heels. The music began again and Jo kept her eyes on Brandon's. They were rich and dark and she felt memorized by them.

"First you take me to a fancy restaurant, then you take me to this... if I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to enchant me." She said playfully, her voice soft and sweet as her fingers played with the tips of his hair. "And if that's the case, you're doing a fine job." She smiled gently. "I hope there's a third date in our future.. I kind of like doing this dating thing with you. I've been getting to wear an awful lot of dresses lately.." She laughed, her nose wrinkling a little as it often did.

[BRANDON GARCIA]

Brandon smiled more as Jo put both her arms around his neck, his hands instinctively going to her waist. “My feet don’t have blisters yet, so I think another dance is in order.” He chuckled, swaying her gently as the music started. “As you wish,” he said softly. She was pressed close against him and he enjoyed her warmth. He reached up to grab one of her hands so he could dance properly, but he kept her close with a hand on her back. It felt like the world was just the two of them, swaying and turning on the dance floor. He would have been perfectly content with that. Brandon couldn’t remember ever being so engrossed in a woman before. There was just something about her large doe eyes that sucked him into her and refused to let him go. So there they were, gazing into each others’ eyes and smiling. Had anything other moment been so perfect?

“First you take me to a fancy restaurant, then you take me to this…if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to enchant me.” He grinned, enjoying the feel of her fingers playing with the tips of his light brown hair. It sent shivers down his spine and he had to force himself not to get excited by the sensation. “And if that’s the case, you’re doing a fine job.” His hand brushed lightly up and down her back as they danced. “You’re pretty enchanting yourself,” he replied in an equally soft voice. “I hope there’s a third date in our future…I kind of like doing this dating thing with you. I’ve been getting to wear an awful lot of dresses lately.” He didn’t know if his smile could be any bigger or brighter. “Baby, we can go on as many dates as you want,” he assured her. He was wrapped around her little finger, though he wouldn’t say that right out. Whatever it took, he wanted to keep seeing Jo. He had a very strong curiosity about her…about all of her. His smile was flirtatious as he looked down to her dress briefly. “And I like you in dresses.” His hand sank a little lower to where it nestled on top of where her back ended and her backside began, at the same time leaning into her ear. “Easy access,” he muttered playfully, letting his lips brush against her earlobe. He smiled against her ear, nuzzling his nose into her hair and smelling her sweet shampoo. It was getting very difficult to not ditch the ball and tear her clothes off in the backseat of his car, especially with the way she reacted to his seduction.

He stood straight again, twirling her before pulling her back tightly against him, his smile charming and bordering on lustful. Maybe it was only their second date, but he felt like they had been playing cat and mouse for eternity. He was at least going to make out with her before the night was done, he was certain of that. Thinking of kissing her made his eyes wander down to her lips and he shook his head. “Talk about something that will get my mind out of the gutter. I’m begging you,” he said softly and with a light laugh. All he could think about was all the things he could do to her to make her sigh.

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

It was difficult for Jo not to squeal when Brandon not only called her baby, but explained they could go on as many dates as she wanted. At this rate, she wanted to go on a dozen, and that was just in the next week! His smile was sweet and flirty and she matched it with her own as she looked up at him

“And I like you in dresses.” She grinned brighter, her cheeks flushing as she felt his hand creep south. “Easy access,” He said softly into her ear, and she felt the words travel straight down to her groin, making her gasp lightly, especially when his lips brushed her ear. She wanted to pun ch him playfully for being so daring, but she was too turned on by the statement to do anything other than bite her lip and squeeze her legs tight together.

Jo felt relief and disappointment when he pulled away and spun her, bringing her back to him and wrapping her close once more. His made it clear he was still thinking those filthy little thoughts that she had been the center of, and she was more than happy to allow him to think that way. “Talk about something that will get my mind out of the gutter. I’m begging you,” He pleaded with a laugh and Jo replied with her own, her eyes as hungry as his.

"I don't know, I think I might like your mind in the gutter.." She told him with bashful honesty, giving a coy little smirk as her hand reached up to play with his earlobe gently. "Though maybe it would be for the best if you thought about something a little less filthy. The nights young and I don't need you thinking too much about what may or may not happen after the dancing is over." Jo wasn't exactly promising she'd take him to bed, but she obviously wasn't ruling it out either. She also knew she'd probably just made it a lot worse on herself. There was no way he was going to stop thinking about that now!

"Okay! Mind out of the gutter, let's seee.." Her head tilted to the side and she looked at the ceiling, contemplating a topic. "How about you tell me a little more about yourself. So far I know you have a sister, your own fishing boat and that you grew up here. Did you go to the local high school? How old are you? What's your favorite place in the city? Boxers or briefs?" She asked, making light conversation and getting him talking. Jo was finding she loved hi sexy, smooth voice.

[WHISKEY]

The masked man blended in well with the crowd, clad in a black on black suit with a plain gold venetian mask that elongated in the nose and hooking under giving the appearance of a beak. The mask made it nearly impossible to detect who this man was making him all the more mysterious. He moved through the crowd of the dance floor, along the sidelines and any other possible space he could get to so he could watch, follow all the attendees with his dark eyes.

When the timing felt right, when he was certain he watched everyone for as long as he should he moved through the crowd once more. He'd go up to someone and slip an invitation in their hand before moving on to the next person. The mysterious man went around and did this six times to six different people. He never spoke a word, never looked at any of them. He just handed them the invite and then moved on, back into the crowd and disappearing not to be seen again that night.

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The following characters were given an invitation:

Checotah, Zane, Brandon, Liam, Claire, Flynn

These characters may write out how they received their invitation from the masked man. i.e. he bumped into you and slipped it in your pocket, or he simply handed it to you and walked away. No conversation or eye contact.

[BRANDON GARCIA]

Brandon swallowed hard at the way Jo looked at him when he requested she help him get his mind out of the gutter. That look certainly wasn’t doing the trick. “I don’t know, I think I might like your mind in the gutter…” He felt a jump between his legs at the feel of her fingers playing with his ear, and he almost tripped as they moved. Apparently two could play this game. “Though maybe it would be best if you thought about something a little less filthy. The night’s young and I don’t need you thinking too much about what may or may not happen after the dancing is over.” Brandon’s grin spread all the way across his face. He wanted it to happen and badly, and he was pretty sure that if he wanted it enough, he could convince her to do it. But did he want to? There was something so satisfying about drawing it out and making both of them wait, but…well, it had been so long for him. It was like he had several years of waiting for a chance to be with someone he genuinely liked. He’d just been waiting to crash into a table.

“Okay! Mind out of the gutter, let’s seee…” He felt almost disappointed as she looked to the ceiling, contemplating what to talk about, but he smiled at the cute way she looked for a topic. “How about you tell me a little more about yourself? So far I know you have a sister, your own fishing boat and that you grew up here. Did you go to the local high school? How old are you? What’s your favorite place in the city? Boxers or briefs?” Brandon laughed at her last question. “I don’t think talking about my underwear is going to get my mind out of the gutter, but so you know, boxer briefs,” he replied with a matter-of-fact nod and a playful, charming grin. “And I went to a couple of the local high schools. I kind of flitted around because of my interests. Different schools had different programs they focused on, and my interests kind of went all over the map. I finally settled on the language high school to finish out my high school career. Now I speak, read and write five languages fluently, two intermediately, and three well enough to get by.” He gave her something of a triumphant smile, knowing a simple fisherman’s knowledge of ten languages would be impressive to any date, and he had the means to back up those claims.

“As for my favorite place in the city, I would have to say Megsy Isle. I think it’s the most beautiful place and I love how peaceful it is there. Not to mention there’s plenty of nature out there to inspect. I’m an outdoorsy sort of person, if you hadn’t guessed. Not to mention there’s sentimental value in the isle. It’s kind of mine and my sister’s place. Not that newbies aren’t invited to join an outing to Megsy.” He gave her a small wink, liking the idea of spending a day out at Megsy Isle with Jo and Melanie. Brandon was sure to avoid the question of how old he was, though. He wasn’t prepared to talk about that with Jo just yet. He still couldn’t be certain if she would bolt or if she was even human. The answer to both of those questions was starting to lean towards no, but he had to be certain. Mordecai wanted them to come out and reveal themselves, but he wasn’t ready to do that with Jo.

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

Brandon's laughter sparked her own at the underwear question. She was glad he thought it was funny, but then again she wasn't all that surprised. "I'll have to keep that one in mind." She toyed gently as he began talking about his high school career. The more he spoke, the more Jo wondered if he was the real deal. Where the hell were his flaws? "..I finally settled on the language high school to finish out my high school career. Now I speak, read and write five languages fluently, two intermediately, and three well enough to get by.” Her eyes showed her surprised and pleasure at his linguistic conquests. That... was sexy. "Show off." She teased. "Actually, I'd be interested in you showing off sometime.. there's something sexy about hearing everyday stuff said in a different language. What languages are they?" She inquired, swaying easily with him.

As Brandon spoke, Jo felt like some guy was waiting to pop out with a camera in her face and scream "Gotcha!". Brandon was far too good to be true! He was obviously intelligent, money savvy, sexy, and he loved the beautiful places the city had to offer. He loved how peaceful Megsy Isle was? This dude was a damn dream boat and she felt herself falling hard. She was just waiting for him to reveal the big scary secret. The one huge flaw that would make him worthless, like By the way, I spent five years in prison for inappropriately touching a kid. There just had to be a deal breaker somewhere! Guys this perfect just didn't exist!

"Not to mention there’s sentimental value in the isle. It’s kind of mine and my sister’s place. Not that newbies aren’t invited to join an outing to Megsy.” He winked at her and she smirked back. "You asking me to third wheel on hang out time with Melanie? Because I got news for you.. you're gonna be the third wheel." She offered the wink this time, giggling lightly. "We can go swimming maybe. That would be fun.." She shrugged, thinking how much fun it would be to swim with Brandon and his sister, though they would need to venture a little ways away from the isle part since the cliffs were really too high to dive from.

"Alright.. so just to get it all straight you are a successful business owner, single, funny, a gentleman, obviously intelligent, oddly interested in me, a half decent dancer, speak an absurd amount of languages, enjoy peaceful and scenic outlooks, love your little sister and are, frankly sexy as hell... Where's the catch? You sell drugs to kids or something? I mean.. there's gotta be a huge flaw somewhere that I'm missing because guys like you just... look, I've had some interesting luck with men. Hell, I've had some interesting luck with women, too... and you just don't fit in somehow. It's like I dreamed you or something." She laughed shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. "Whatever the big scary secret is, just...let it out because if you're like a serial killer or something? This just won't work out."