RP log: Jsquared

[shattermelt]

Jensen looked around curiously at the place Jared had found, approving of it in general and wondering why he hadn't found it first. It was a little weird, like Jared had said, Canadians playing at being Texan, but it was still closer to home than anything else around here. Good music, good beer, what's not to like?

"Good choice," he told Jared, flashing him that casual grin. Just be cool. Try not to think too much. It's just Jared. Right.

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"Thanks, I thought so," Jared replied with a grin, sidling up to the bar and leaning over to get the barkeep's attention and ordering himself a beer. "I'm so itching to dance," he added, nodding to the floor where a rather drunken line dance was occurring.

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Jensen ordered his own beer and raised an eyebrow at the dancers. "I'm not drunk enough for that yet," he announced, leaning on the bar and surveying the scene with some misgivings. Dancing was one thing, he was pretty good at that, but line dancing wasn't his favorite way to do it. And if Jared wanted to he'd probably end up doing it anyway. Dammit.

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"Hey, no one said you had to participate," Jared pointed out, draining half his beer in one go. "You can just sit at the bar and laugh if you'd prefer." And more importantly, "Dancing not your thing?" Jared loved to dance and he loved to dance pretty much any way possible. He loved popular dancing (the dirtier the better, too) but he also knew how to waltz.

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Jensen shrugged. "Not like that. I like to dance alright, just prefer to have only one partner, you know what I mean?" He drank his beer a little more slowly than Jared, but no less appreciatively. It had been a long day.

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"Ah, gotcha," Jared replied, draining what was left of his beer. "Well, you hang around for a partner dance, I'm gonna go join them." He grinned and sidled off, slinging his arm around the girl at the end of the line and falling easily into step.

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Jensen shook his head, grinning a little himself as he watched Jared getting into it, although he couldn't possibly be as drunk as the rest of them. Still, he was having fun and grinning that grin of his, and to be perfectly honest, he looked hot. Jensen's grin turned a little wry and he took another drink of his beer. Jared always looked hot.

Jensen had always thought so, but like he'd told Jared, it had been safe then. He didn't have to worry about getting in over his head, or having to deal with the complications and potential heartbreaks of an actual relationship--much less a gay relationship that would have to be kept a secret. They were friends and it was easy and he'd been content with quietly wanting more and knowing it was never going to happen. Now Jared had thrown all the rules out the window, and it was, to say the least, unsettling. For one thing, Jensen thought he might have to admit he was already in over his head. And that was just plain scary.

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Jared knew Jensen was watching him - not any of the pretty girls around, like he would have before, ha! - and he couldn't resist flashing his friend a grin and a wink between songs.

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Jared was entirely too smug, Jensen thought sourly as he finished off his beer and called for another. Fine, so he was watching, so what? He still couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea of Jared not only knowing that Jensen wanted him, but apparently wanting him too. That meant it was okay to watch, didn't it? Wait, he was losing track of which side of the argument he was on. He gave up, reminding himself that he wasn't going to think too much. Watching Jared. Right.

[slytherinblack.livejournal.com]

Jared let himself have way too much fun in the next dance, and when the next song came on, a slow one, returned to Jensen, sitting down next to him and grinning at all the amusingly fake cowboys who had probably seen a picture of a cowboy. Once. "Dude, check out the guy who's got his hat on backwards." Jared nudged Jensen with an elbow, nodding in the guy's direction.

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Jared was absolutely having way too much fun. It was cute, and Jensen couldn't stop watching him and couldn't stop smiling at it. Man, he was definitely in over his head. Yeah. Then Jared was back and nudging him and Jensen felt hot all over, as if every inch of his skin were hyperaware of Jared's presence.

"Yeah?" He turned to look for the guy Jared was pointing out, grinning as much at Jared's amusement as he was at the sight of a wannabe cowboy who'd just gotten it wrong. "This place is kinda lame, you know?" It was not a criticism, merely an observation. It made him homesick, being close and yet not close enough.

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Jared shrugged easily. "Sorry, best I can do. Although if it's not your thing, we can go to one of the regular places. I think the Roadhouse is having half price night."

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Jensen shook his head, amused, and gestured with the hand that held his glass, vaguely indicating the room. "No, I mean, it's... almost like home. But not quite. Makes you wish you were back, doesn't it?"

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Jared shrugged. "A little. But I like it here, too. Mostly I just miss my family." Jared was pretty much content with the scenery wherever he was. It was the people he missed. "But see, if I was in Texas, I'd have you and the crew to miss, and I miss Jeff when he's gone, and...you know."

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Jensen shook his head in mock sadness. "And here I thought I'd rate above the crew, at least." Was he flirting? He was flirting, with Jared, which... well, he did that all the time, but somehow it was different now. It wasn't just teasing, or rather, Jared knew it wasn't just teasing. He changed the subject.

"Seriously now, don't you ever just miss... Texas?"

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Jared shrugged. "A little, sometimes. It is where I grew up. You sure can't find anything like the culture anywhere else." And then in response to his other statement, "maybe a little bit above the crew. Just a little." He grinned and put his index finger and thumb about an inch apart to illustrate.

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Jensen grinned back and shook his head. "And here I thought I was special." He tilted his head, eyes sparkling. "Come on, Jare, how much would you miss me?"

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Jared's grin grew a little wider. "Thiiiiis much!" he said, spreading his arms wide in the 'look how big the fish I caught is!' gesture. "Didn't your mama tell you that you're special?"

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Jensen raised an eyebrow at him and didn't bother to reply. Special to his mama and special to Jared were two entirely different things. He drained the rest of his beer and shot a questioning look at Jared. "You want another drink?"

Jensen himself thought he could use several more drinks before they got around to the actual talking part of the evening. Or they could just not talk. Jensen was fine with not talking. But he figured Jared was going to bring up the other night sooner or later, and ask him if he was done thinking. He wasn't entirely sure of the answer.

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Jared nodded. "Mm, another beer sounds good, if you don't mind taking a cab home." Jared was really really hoping that Jen would maybe have come to a decision and that's why he had asked Jared to go out that evening. And maybe Jensen would come home with him. He knew he was probably being too impatient, though.

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Jensen shrugged. "Was kind of planning on it. I don't mind if you don't." He gave Jared a crooked smile and called for a couple more drinks.

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"Cheers," Jared said when their second beers were handed over. "Here's to bad honky tonks, and me missing you thiiiiis much when you're gone."

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Jensen raised his beer with a faint wry smile and then took a long drink. He tried not to think about the fact that he missed Jared that much even when he was here. And whose fault was that, anyway? His own, apparently.

"We should find a table," he suggested, flashing a quick grin. "I'm not planning on being much good for standing or perching on a bar stool."

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Jared tilted his head to the side, considering, and then nodded towards a booth, already heading that way. "Any particular reason you feel like getting that drunk?" Jared asked, since personally he wasn't often interested in drinking to get drunk. He generally liked to get himself slightly buzzed, unless he was having a bad day or was celebrating something major.

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Jensen shrugged, following him over and sliding into the seat across from Jared. He looked slightly uncomfortable, smile a little lopsided. "It makes talking about things easier."

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Jared smiled wryly. "That is a good point. We should break out the tequila then. Want me to go get some?" Jared actually had no problems talking without being drunk - it was harder to get him to stop talking- but he was aware that most people talked more freely when drunk. Lowered inhibitions and all that. He offered Jen a smile, glad they were going to talk at least.