Jay & Dani, Friday early afternoon

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Dani goes to find Forge and meets a half-naked Jay instead. The cowboy and the Indian bond over mutual music tastes and a distaste for Yankees.


"Hahkota?" Danielle called, opening the door to his suite. If the door wasn't locked she tended to wander into the living room to see what was going on.

Jay's stomach was growling at him again. And louder this time. At the rate this was going, there would be no food left in the suite by the end of the day. Both of his roommates were out, or so he thought, so he had no qualm leaving his bedroom in his boxer-briefs to quickly grab something starchy from the kitchenette. Nor did he expect a girl to be in the common room. "Whoops."

"Hi," Dani greeted him, flipping on the TV, unfazed by his lack of dress, "What's up?"

Blink blink. Well, he was already halfway to the kitchenette, and as she didn't seem to mind, Jay wasn't about to go back and pull on a pair of jeans. He was entirely comfortable with his body, and if she was too, then all the better. "Um, hi. Ah don't think we've met."

There was nothing good on TV in the afternoons, even with a billion and one channels, Dani decided, flipping the TV off, "Forge here?" she asked, wandering over to the kitchenette.

"Um, Ah think he's either in class or down in that lab of his." There was a half-full carton of milk in the fridge, so Jay took that out and drank directly from it.

"Ugh," she groaned, pulling a glass out of the cabinet and handing it to him, "Heathen. Drink from a glass."

"What? Ah'm just gonna finish it. No need ta dirty a glass." And finish it he did, lifting the carton to his lips and drinking from it like that construction worker in the Diet Coke commercial.

She watched him drink, unsure whether she was disgusted or fascinated. It was a lot of milk, even if the jug was only half full, "You're Jay, right?"

Smacking his lips in satisfaction as he finished, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tossed the carton in the trash. "Ah am. And you're Dani."

Nodding, she stood there, looking at him for a minute. "Cowboy," she decided, "You like the outlaws?"

"Ah'm a regular Sundance Kid." There was that rumbling again. Silently cursing his appetite, he opened the fridge again and began another rummage. "Even got the assless chaps."

"Want me to make something?" she asked, trying not to grin at the idea of Jay in the assless chaps. "All chaps should be assless. It should be a rule. That way the biscuit girls can turn even more interesting shades of pink."
Jay shook his head. Which he realized that Dani wouldn't see because it was inside the refrigerator. "Nah. Ah just need a quick carb fix. The more sugar the better. Which, thankfully, won't ruin mah figure. Wouldn't want ta be hangin' out of the chaps."

"Oh, that would be bad," she agreed, there was something for looking after all, even if no touching, "Of course, the wings probably make barrel racing hard."

"Ah don't do the activities at the rodeo." Ooh, apple. "Ah just stand around and look pretty."

"Really," somehow she just didn't believe him. It could have been the certainty in his voice or the little feeling she had in the back of her head that said he was joking. She went with the feeling. "Somehow, I don't see this. Not even bronco riding? Roping pigs?"

"Nope," Jay said between bites. "Iffn Ah do anythin' besides just spectatin', Ah perform. Music, that is."

"Oh yeah? What kind of music?" she asked, hoping it was country. No one at the school really appreciated a good country song.

"Oh, y'know, rock and roll. Good stuff, like back in the day, not that shit they play on the radio now where everyone's bitchin' about how much life sucks even though they got million-dollar mansions and five-record deals. And of course country, but the rock kinda country, not 'She Thinks Mah Tractor's Sexy.'" Jay grinned. "And ya can never go wrong with Patsy Cline."

"Damn straight!" she crowed, pleased. "Can't go wrong with Patsy! Or any Hank Williams either. Back when country was dirty and rock n roll didn't even exist."

Holy crap, a kindred spirit. "Have ya ever heard Dierks Bentley? Young, good lookin' fella who writes some of the best stuff you could imagine." Jay cleared his throat and started to sing, only using two voices. "'Well, how am Ah doin' since you did what you done ta me? Ah can't lie, sometimes cry, when Ah think of how it usedta be. Ah keep mah friends with me, Ah stay busy, and Ah don't get much sleep. Baby, that's how Ah'm doin' since you did whatcha don-don-done ta me."

Dani listened intently, slightly shocked at the multiple voices, but moreso at how good Jay was. Multiple voices just made sense somehow at Xavier's. "Woo!" she cheered clapping, after he was done. "That was amazing! You gotta do more with that than just mope in your room! And we gotta go dancing one day!"

"Well, Ah think that Forge is tryin' ta drag me ta that party thing, so iffn y'all'll be there, Ah'll save ya a dance. And Ah don't mope. Ah . . . Ah'm contemplatin'."

"I should make a dance card," she commented, smiling, she hadn't been looking forward to the dance but now everything was looking better, "What do you get when you play a country song backwards?"

"Ah dunno," Jay responded. "What d'ya get?"

"Your truck back, your dog back, your woman, I guess man in this case, back, you get everything back," Danielle snickered at her bad joke, surprised he hadn't heard it before.

Jay snorted. "Ah should've guessed. So d'you play anythin' or sing? Or are you just a groupie?"

"Hey now!" she put her hands on her hips, "I ain't a groupie! I like to dance, is all. My Grandfather taught me to play the mouth harp a little, but that was years ago. I ain't tried anything in years."

"Ah have nuthin' but the utmost respect for groupies," Jay informed Dani, "They keep the rest of mah band focused on makin' music so that they don't lose their fans."

"Then I'm thinking of a different kind of groupie. The kind I'm thinking of have sex with the band members because they're in a band? Y'know, they can't be superstars so they'll fuck anyone who is?" girls like that seemed to be everywhere.

"Well, there's that too, but not all girls are like that. Didn't mean ta imply that you're a slut or sumthin'."

Dani sat down heavily on the couch, "Yeah. Sorry. I think everyone thinks that. That I'm a slut, I mean."

"Really? Is it 'cuz you're pregnant and not even 20 yet?" Jay asked, cocking his head to one side. "Y'all shouldn't worry none about that. Mah momma ain't much older than Sam. Only twenty years, maybe?"

Rolling her eyes, she looked at him sideways, "Duh. At home, it's probably the same for you, it's not that uncommon. It's almost expected that girls'll have babies by the time they're 20 or so. But everywhere else, they say you're a slut."

"Well fuck them," Jay said intensely. "Fuck 'em and their high horse. Damn Yankees don't know nuthin'."

The intensity and confidence that Jay felt sent Dani laughing on the floor, "Damn Yankees!" she repeated, holding her sides. It wasn't particularly funny, but it was refreshing and laughing felt good.

"And fuck Broadway, too," Jay said with a smile, "Because Ah ain't burstin' out in song now."

Comments

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

Did Dani miss Kyle's "Argh! Everybody smells like sex!" posts? ;)

[x-mirage.livejournal.com]

she ignored them ;) besides, just because she is not having sex NOW does not mean she can't mis-percieve people's thoughts

[xp_daytripper]

Bah. You are a proper school slut until you've been called that by one o the teachers... ;)

And Amanda doesn't think Dani's a slut, just stupid for getting herself knocked up - contraception is a wonderful thing. *grins*

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Because Ah ain't burstin' out in song now

Again. -g-

Excellent log, guys.