Jay & John | Tuesday Morning

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Sun Peaks Resort. British Columbia, Canada.

Yawning, Jay set his duffle bag down in the lobby, astounded by the quaint look of the lodge. For some reason, he had thought it would have been bigger. Lazily he took a moment to stretch, the low ceilings barely able to accomedate his wings in that stretch. After being all stuffed up for the trip and having to keep his wings close to his body, his back was tight and he felt like there was a cramp at the base of his right winged shoulder climbing up his neck. Leaning against the wall, he was waiting for them to get registered and be assigned designated rooms, eyes casually falling on John as he walked in.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" So much for being polite. John wasn't in the best of moods. He hated flying and hadn't been looking forward to the trip. The pyromaniac dropped his bag on the ground and leaned against the pillar with a frown. He raised an eyebrow as he eyed the guy's wings. "What'd you do? Get it colored?"

Jay jerked his head back in the abrupt tone, not to mention, John's crude mannerism. "What'd ya do? Fall outta tha ugly tree an' hit every stick on tha way down?" he countered, mainly because he couldn't think of anything else. Involentarily, his wings tucked closer to his body and he looked to see if anyone was paying attention to John's outbrust, hopefully for someone to reprimand him. Jay looked for another distraction, but everyone else was busy.

John snapped the lid of his lighter open and whirred the thumb wheel for a spark. "Cool it, hayseed." He was itching for a smoke but the lodge was a no smoking zone. "I was just making attempts to start up this thingamajig called a conversation?" Granted, he sucked at that. "You were supposed to have said, no, my wings are not dyed. They're a natural pink in color."

He turned his head back to John, narrowing his eyes, dropping them to the lighter. He wasn't sure if John was been sarcastic, or if he was just trying to be cool by putting people down. "Ya sure have a funny way o' starin' it up." His mouth formed into a tight line, pursing his lips out and barked, "They ain't pink, they're red." And this was suppose to be a vacation. Jay took a deep breath, eyes scanning for Kevin. "Ya sure know how ta make a man feel special."

"I'm sure you've heard the rumors about me," John said. "Bit of a jerk? Foul-mouthed?" He shrugged. "They're all true." He was almost proud of his bad boy status, except he wasn't such a bad boy these days. Elpis. And now this shit?

"Who are you looking for?"

"Ya, Ah can see that," Jay started. "Bit o' jerk in all o' us." And he was stuck with the King. Where the hell was Kevin? He always decided to screw off when Jay really wanted to talk to him. Or just use him as an excuse to get away. "Ma boyfriend," he stated, and turned back to John to see his reaction. Because everyone had a reaction to that response, good or bad.

Huh. "I'm guessing you're the clingy type?" John snickered. "Figures." He slipped a cigarette between his lips but made no move to light it. "He's probably outside, getting a breather."

"Ah'm tha concerned type." He didn't think he was clingy, was he? It never occured to him until now. "With that attitude, no one's gonna wanna date you."

"Right. Well. Mission accomplished," John said. He sure as hell wasn't looking to date anyone. "Look, I'm gonna head out for a smoke, Wings, so you can either come with or stand here looking all sorts of pathetic."

For a moment, Jay stayed there, watching John head towards the door and he hesitated before following. He was not pathetic.