xp_logs | Jay & Sam, backdated to Monday 4/25

After his first gig at Coffee-a-Go-Go, Jay raids the kitchen and finds Sam there. They actually act like brothers. At least until Sam steals Jay's food.

Jay sang softly to himself as he strutted down from his room to the kitchen. He was probably giving people serious whiggins by being so happy, but he couldn't help it. A new crowd that totally adored him . . . it was better than sex.

And like any man after satisfying sex, Jay was starving, so he went to the kitchen to properly inhale anything resembling food. Not even Sam's presence there made him feel bad. "Hey," he called, heading straight to the fridge.

"Evenin'," Sam replied from where he sat on a barstool. He'd had a hunch that Jay would come to the kitchen eventually. He always did after exerting himself. And he would have complimented Jay at the performance, but he figured that it might be better to remove any possibility of a Guthrie clan shouting match back to the mansion, just in case. "Ya sounded real good tonight," he said quietly with a soft note of pride in his voice.

At first, Jay had not been particularly happy to see Sam at the gig, as was his normal first reaction whenever he saw Sam anywhere. But that concern had disappeared as he performed, and now was actually almost happy that Sam had been there. Emphasis on the almost.

"Thanks," he said, his tone unusually pleasant to Sam's ears. Spotting half a chocolate cake in the fridge, Jay carefully took it out to cut himself a slice (a slice being about half the half-cake). "M'glad ya had a good time."

Sam wasn't fool enough to think that all of the problems that had arisen between him and his siblings could be solved with one discussion, but at least it was a start. "Ah'm glad you had a good time," he replied with a smile. "Ya had that crowd practically eatin' out of your hand."

Jay took his cake and a glass of milk to the island and hopped up on a stool a couple of seats down from Sam. "Took 'em long enough. Though Ah guess it's a good thing they liked mah works more than Mraz's. Can't boost an ego much more than that, y'know." Jay took a big bite of out his cake, washed it down with milk, then looked sideways at Sam. "Which one didja like best?" he asked. Not that Sam's opinion carried that much weight, of course, but Jay wanted to know to satisfy his own curiosity.

"Ah liked your original stuff a lot," Sam replied honestly. "'Specially that one about missin' your love. Kinda rang true," he said softly, with a wry smile. He shrugged, shaking off nostalgia. "So, when's your next gig?" he asked.

Jay smiled sadly, feeling something pull on his heartstrings. Sympathy, maybe? For Sam? Stranger things have happened, Jay knew, but this was a whole new ballpark. "That's an oldie. Manuelo and Ah sat down and wrote that one over a year ago. S'one of mah favorites, too." Jay took another bite of his cake before continuing. "Thursday Ah got another show. It's an some young'un bar nearby. You're too old ta come," he teased.

"Ah am hardly decrepit," Sam shot back goodnaturedly. "That's Scott's job. He was bitchin' just the other night about how much he's mellowed in his 'old age'." He snorted. "He ain't old neither." With a smile, he nodded. "Ah wouldn't mind comin' ta see ya play again, but if it's strictly younger folks, Ah guess Ah'll just have to catch your next gig after that."

"Ah didn't say decrepit. Ah said old, and y'all're old as far as Ah'm concerned," Jay remarked with a grin, shrugging. "Ya wouldn't fit inta this place. S'for high school kids, mostly. People'd think y'all were robbin' the cradle iffn ya went there."

"Ya may not have said decrepit, but ya were thinkin' it," Sam ribbed Jay goodnaturedly. "Ta hear ya tell it, Ah practically got one foot in the coffin already." He grinned again. "But yeah, Ah suppose Ah'll just have to catch the one after that and all. Ya playin' the same sort of stuff at this one?"

Jay shoved Sam playfully before turning back to the remainder of his cake. "Well, when all's said and done, it ain't hardly mah fault that'cha're past your prime. And Ah haven't decided what Ah'm gonna play yet. Probably mostly mah own stuff, dependin' on how they react to it. They might like the covers, though, so Ah'll have prepped some of those."

"Sounds good," Sam replied. "Ah suppose Ah'll just have ta wish ya luck, then." He grinned widely. "Now, on ta more important issues, like me snaggin' the rest of that cake ya got there."