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xp_logsJay and Victor meet. They go through the introductions but not everything is dandy with the gay dueo.
Jay lay stretched out on the couch in the darkness of four a.m., on his side, clutching a blanket tightly under his chin. An empty popcorn bowl sat by itself on the floor, cold and empty while the screen flickered with I Am Legend. He couldn’t' believe he was watching this at all, especially by himself and reached over to the converter to put it on pause. He wanted to see what happened and knew that after this scene, he would definitely have to stop it or he'd have nightmares. He was scared for the dog in the scene. Why did they always have to do that to the animals? He had a huge heart for animals and any suffering or potential threats were upsetting to him. His wing twitched in anticipation and a shiver crawled over his back, forcing him burrow deeper into the blanket.
Vic yawned as he slipped out of bed. He glanced at the blinking clock and cursed. No rest for this lizard boy. For whatever reason, Vic wasn't sleeping well this week. Tossing and turning and waking up even more tired than before -- and now, here he was, four in the morning, and wide awake. Heading down stairs, Vic considered just grabbing something to drink and then heading back to bed, but that usually only led to more tossing and more turning, so he resolved to watch bad infomercials and maybe some cartoons. Except, he, apparently wasn't the only one with this plan, and watched curiously as Jay, hiding underneath the blanket, stared at the scene intently. Quiet as a mouse, Victor moseyed on down behind Jay, waiting until it was close to a potentially chilling scene, and loudly said, "Whatcha doin'?" Yes. He was sometimes a very devilish boy.
Jay sucked in a gasp and rolled his shoulder back to see who assaulted him in the movie. "What' the hell is wrong with' you?" he barked, running a hand up his neck and down his chest where it lingered. "What' if Ah had a bad heart? Ah could have just gone through three heart attacks." It was hard to keep the irritation out of his voice because he knew he was also embarrassed to be sacred by such a stupid movie. He really had no balls when it came to these things. "An' plus your green in the dark," he said without thinking for tact. "That’s all kinds of bad, like somethin' right out of thriller." He did not just quote Michael Jackson. He just didn't.
"I can also become a ghost," Vic replied, camoing himself against the scenery. Shifting to the side as he shook the couch. "But I save most of those for tricks for Halloween," he replied, flopping onto the empty side of the couch, becoming visible again. "Whatcha watching?" Big southern wimp, he decided not to tack on. Just because it wasn't the right way to make friends. Though. Now he was going to have thriller stuck in his head all day.
Jay sat up and slid farther down the couch, away from the guy who he now dubbed weird. Weirder than all the weirdness in the mansion and he was not thinking of powers weird. "Wow, that’s... weird." For lack of anything better to say and he turned his attention to the T.V. not bothering to backtrack to the part he missed. He was really glad it was over. "Ah' am Legend. Seen it?"
"Nah," Vic replied. "I wanted to read the book first." He was one of those kinda people. It's not that he didn't enjoy the beauty of drama, and the wondrousness of the grand stage and the lights, the camera, and the action, however it was nice to read the source material from which it was born to give it context. Also, he had Will Smith issues at the time. "Good?" he asked. He glanced at the other boy. "I'm Victor, by the way," he said, after a moment.
Good? Good what? He didn't ask because he got the faintest impression that Victor would make him feel stupid for asking. He leaned forward on his elbows, involuntarily shifting his wings closer to his body while he fished around for the converter that had dropped on the floor. "Ah'm Jay." He fell silent and should have added more though he couldn't say what. He got the distinct impression he should carry on the conversation but with what? "So..?" It wasn't strange to him that Victor was up at 4a.m.
"Couldn't sleep," Victor replied. "Something about the bed still takes some getting used to." Maybe this place still didn't feel like home just yet, either way, here Victor was. Restless with no sign of sleep coming any time soon. "Why are you up?"
"Ah work nights," Jay replied without a second thought. "Whaddya mean 'bout the bed. A bed's a bed, no matter where you’re sleepin'. Better than the floor anyways, 'less that’s what your use to." He looked glanced up briefly, waiting for Victor to confirm or deny.
"Actually, a mattress is different," he replied, "from bed to bed. Some are firmer than others, some are fluffier than others. So, a bed's not always instant comfort." Victor took a breath and shrugged. "Where do you work?
"Does it really matter? When you’re sleepin' on the floor, a bed is still a bed." He felt off and at the discomfort, shifted on the spot wondering if he should be really thankful for the distraction from the movie. "Silver. Yanno, the bar? Ah'm a bartender there. You work anywhere?"
Jay had a point there. "True." Victor rubbed the back of his neck. "Still, takes some getting used to. Not that I'm ungrateful or anything."
"I work at The Big Oh?" He glanced away from the screen to Jay. "You know the bagel and coffee place?" He shrugged. "It's decent money. Just waiting til I get my big break." He had a dream and he was sure as hell gonna keep it alive.
"Oh. How's that goin' for you?" He asked. Jay couldn't dream of working somewhere else. He loved his job, working with the people he did. And he liked that he could wear as little clothing as possible.
"What break is that?" he asked.
"It's a job," he said. "It's nice meeting people but you have a tendency to run into assholes every now and then." He shrugged, though. "It's good money, though." Well, maybe notgood money, but decent enough.
Vic brightened. "Acting." Oh how he'd love to see his name on the marquis or a movie poster, or hell, even in a TV credit.
"Acting?" Jay repeated. Music was feasible. But acting? Like something out of a bad movie here. He didn't want to pop any bubbles. "What kinda acting? Drama? Comedy? Action?"
"I'll take whatever I can get," he replied. "But I mostly like the theatre." He grinned. "Broadway. Not musicals necessarily, but meaty roles?" Vic sighed dreamily. "Heaven." Sure, it might sound dumb to some, but Vic was determined.
This was way worse than watching a bad movie. Scratch that. He'd rather watch the bad movie. Jay stretched back out on the couch, his feet suggesting that there was room enough only for one and pressed the pause button, content to continue the movie. "You'll get somethin' sometime," he said absently. "Just get a good agent and you're set."
"Easier said," he replied. "I'm not delusional. I know that the chances are not with me." He shrugged and grinned, hopping off the couch. "But it's worth fighting for. Can't help what you love." He glanced at the TV. "Have fun," he said. "Try not to wet yourself or anything."
Jay lay stretched out on the couch in the darkness of four a.m., on his side, clutching a blanket tightly under his chin. An empty popcorn bowl sat by itself on the floor, cold and empty while the screen flickered with I Am Legend. He couldn’t' believe he was watching this at all, especially by himself and reached over to the converter to put it on pause. He wanted to see what happened and knew that after this scene, he would definitely have to stop it or he'd have nightmares. He was scared for the dog in the scene. Why did they always have to do that to the animals? He had a huge heart for animals and any suffering or potential threats were upsetting to him. His wing twitched in anticipation and a shiver crawled over his back, forcing him burrow deeper into the blanket.
Vic yawned as he slipped out of bed. He glanced at the blinking clock and cursed. No rest for this lizard boy. For whatever reason, Vic wasn't sleeping well this week. Tossing and turning and waking up even more tired than before -- and now, here he was, four in the morning, and wide awake. Heading down stairs, Vic considered just grabbing something to drink and then heading back to bed, but that usually only led to more tossing and more turning, so he resolved to watch bad infomercials and maybe some cartoons. Except, he, apparently wasn't the only one with this plan, and watched curiously as Jay, hiding underneath the blanket, stared at the scene intently. Quiet as a mouse, Victor moseyed on down behind Jay, waiting until it was close to a potentially chilling scene, and loudly said, "Whatcha doin'?" Yes. He was sometimes a very devilish boy.
Jay sucked in a gasp and rolled his shoulder back to see who assaulted him in the movie. "What' the hell is wrong with' you?" he barked, running a hand up his neck and down his chest where it lingered. "What' if Ah had a bad heart? Ah could have just gone through three heart attacks." It was hard to keep the irritation out of his voice because he knew he was also embarrassed to be sacred by such a stupid movie. He really had no balls when it came to these things. "An' plus your green in the dark," he said without thinking for tact. "That’s all kinds of bad, like somethin' right out of thriller." He did not just quote Michael Jackson. He just didn't.
"I can also become a ghost," Vic replied, camoing himself against the scenery. Shifting to the side as he shook the couch. "But I save most of those for tricks for Halloween," he replied, flopping onto the empty side of the couch, becoming visible again. "Whatcha watching?" Big southern wimp, he decided not to tack on. Just because it wasn't the right way to make friends. Though. Now he was going to have thriller stuck in his head all day.
Jay sat up and slid farther down the couch, away from the guy who he now dubbed weird. Weirder than all the weirdness in the mansion and he was not thinking of powers weird. "Wow, that’s... weird." For lack of anything better to say and he turned his attention to the T.V. not bothering to backtrack to the part he missed. He was really glad it was over. "Ah' am Legend. Seen it?"
"Nah," Vic replied. "I wanted to read the book first." He was one of those kinda people. It's not that he didn't enjoy the beauty of drama, and the wondrousness of the grand stage and the lights, the camera, and the action, however it was nice to read the source material from which it was born to give it context. Also, he had Will Smith issues at the time. "Good?" he asked. He glanced at the other boy. "I'm Victor, by the way," he said, after a moment.
Good? Good what? He didn't ask because he got the faintest impression that Victor would make him feel stupid for asking. He leaned forward on his elbows, involuntarily shifting his wings closer to his body while he fished around for the converter that had dropped on the floor. "Ah'm Jay." He fell silent and should have added more though he couldn't say what. He got the distinct impression he should carry on the conversation but with what? "So..?" It wasn't strange to him that Victor was up at 4a.m.
"Couldn't sleep," Victor replied. "Something about the bed still takes some getting used to." Maybe this place still didn't feel like home just yet, either way, here Victor was. Restless with no sign of sleep coming any time soon. "Why are you up?"
"Ah work nights," Jay replied without a second thought. "Whaddya mean 'bout the bed. A bed's a bed, no matter where you’re sleepin'. Better than the floor anyways, 'less that’s what your use to." He looked glanced up briefly, waiting for Victor to confirm or deny.
"Actually, a mattress is different," he replied, "from bed to bed. Some are firmer than others, some are fluffier than others. So, a bed's not always instant comfort." Victor took a breath and shrugged. "Where do you work?
"Does it really matter? When you’re sleepin' on the floor, a bed is still a bed." He felt off and at the discomfort, shifted on the spot wondering if he should be really thankful for the distraction from the movie. "Silver. Yanno, the bar? Ah'm a bartender there. You work anywhere?"
Jay had a point there. "True." Victor rubbed the back of his neck. "Still, takes some getting used to. Not that I'm ungrateful or anything."
"I work at The Big Oh?" He glanced away from the screen to Jay. "You know the bagel and coffee place?" He shrugged. "It's decent money. Just waiting til I get my big break." He had a dream and he was sure as hell gonna keep it alive.
"Oh. How's that goin' for you?" He asked. Jay couldn't dream of working somewhere else. He loved his job, working with the people he did. And he liked that he could wear as little clothing as possible.
"What break is that?" he asked.
"It's a job," he said. "It's nice meeting people but you have a tendency to run into assholes every now and then." He shrugged, though. "It's good money, though." Well, maybe notgood money, but decent enough.
Vic brightened. "Acting." Oh how he'd love to see his name on the marquis or a movie poster, or hell, even in a TV credit.
"Acting?" Jay repeated. Music was feasible. But acting? Like something out of a bad movie here. He didn't want to pop any bubbles. "What kinda acting? Drama? Comedy? Action?"
"I'll take whatever I can get," he replied. "But I mostly like the theatre." He grinned. "Broadway. Not musicals necessarily, but meaty roles?" Vic sighed dreamily. "Heaven." Sure, it might sound dumb to some, but Vic was determined.
This was way worse than watching a bad movie. Scratch that. He'd rather watch the bad movie. Jay stretched back out on the couch, his feet suggesting that there was room enough only for one and pressed the pause button, content to continue the movie. "You'll get somethin' sometime," he said absently. "Just get a good agent and you're set."
"Easier said," he replied. "I'm not delusional. I know that the chances are not with me." He shrugged and grinned, hopping off the couch. "But it's worth fighting for. Can't help what you love." He glanced at the TV. "Have fun," he said. "Try not to wet yourself or anything."
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