spiderrwebs | in the middle of the night

[ jasper smells like vanilla and sweet cream (with a hint of burnt sugar when he's annoyed). jasper smells like an omega and looks like an omega, but he has the aggression of an alpha and the right hook of one too.

it confuses a lot of people.

(and by people, what he means is it confuses a lot of alphas. annoys them too, when the try to get too close to the 'pretty omega' and end up with a pissed off beta that can and will take them to the floor in a fight. jasper has had more than one alpha's blood on his teeth, worn bruises like badges and warnings for most of his life.)

there are times when he wonders if he overdoes it. if his reactions are perhaps a little bit too much. but it seems like every time he thinks that, the universe sends another knothead alpha his way that doesn't know that no really means no, and calling him pretty isn't really a compliment. especially when it's followed by 'for a beta'. or, his favourite, 'waste of a face' because of his status.

because, you know, that's just oh so endearing and he should be honoured that these alphas are interested in him. or something.

the upside to this though, is that he finds it very easy to get between alphas and omegas that are clearly uncomfortable but not entirely able to get away thanks to society being a mess of archaic hierarchy rules and other bullshit.

this was how he mets his closest friend.

and if what he is seeing happen in the corner of the coffee shop is any indication, it is going to be how he meets someone new today too.]

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[ Most people knew who Dal was. That's enough to keep most people from messing with him. Today, this blockhead alpha must not turn on the news very often or look at a newspaper or a tabloid to realize that the person he's cornering is the son of someone powerful.

Lately, it seems like no matter how high the dose of his suppressants, Dal can't seem to stop attracting alphas. He hasn't said anything to his father and has outright avoided going anywhere near him so he doesn't have to deal with his father's anger and disappointment or the way he might lash out. No, he just had mostly started to push everyone away.

Fuck him for wanting to get a coffee, right? He'd brought his laptop to try and work on something but as soon as he'd sat down this bonehead had started in. He'd tried putting in headphones but now the alpha was crowding in his space -- even pulling the earbud right out of his ear. ]

Really, I'm busy. Maybe another time.

[ honestly, jasper rolls his eyes so hard that he is pretty sure the alpha should be able to hear him. but, like far too many alpha's, this one is incredibly stupid. and pushy. with a huff and an apologetic smile to the poor barista who certainly does not deserve having to deal with the mess jasper is about to make, jasper reaches out to snag the earbud out of the alpha's grip.

he grins at the confused look, all teeth.]

Now I'm sure he said he was busy, which really is far more polite than what you deserve to be told. Which is fuck off.

[ as he speaks, jasper manages to get himself bodily between the alpha and the other, sliding his stolen earbud back over to him as he grins at the alpha in challenge. a challenge the other is stupid enough to take.]

[ Fuck.

He was trying to avoid making a scene and with the alpha getting riled up very is not good for that. At first he thinks it's another alpha that had inserted themselves into the fray but he quickly realizes that's not the case as the earbud is returned to him.

He clears his throat and reaches for Jasper's arm. ]

Excuse me, see I was waiting for my friend here and he has a bit of an anger issue. But give me your number and I'll give you a call later.

[ Dal tries to reason with the now pissed off alpha and wills Jasper, the stranger, to play along. ]

[ sorry, making a scene is something jasper is good at. not that he enjoys it, but he is good at it, usually it helps diffuse situations, because alpha's really hate being told off by a beta of all things in public. the situation teeters on the possibility of exploding, when he feels a hand wrap around his arm.

hm. smart move. jasper tips his head towards the other, without giving too much leeway to the alpha.]

And I'm sorry I'm late, got held up.

[ he turns back to the alpha, still between the two of them, head cocked.]

Take the out while you can...

[ he can see the conflict in the alpha's eyes, something about the way jasper postures, the way there are eyes on them. the offer of the number seems to be enough to have the alpha's anger simmering...]

[ Dal's hand tightens on the other's arm. He really, really doesn't want a scene. His mind is already running through how hard it would be to spin. But luckily, the alpha ends up just reluctantly giving his number only and giving Jasper a death glare.

Dal's not sure the tension is over until the alpha actually makes a move to leave the cafe. When he does his grip on the other's arm loosens and he exhales heavily as he crumbles a little back into his seat.

His fingers are unsteady as they push through his dark hair and the glances at the other. ]

Thanks, I think.

[ For not antagonizing the alpha when Dal had tried to diffuse the situation.]

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