jayjustin (jayjustin) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-02-09 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | justin finch-fletchley, megan jones |
Who: Justin Finch-Fletchley and Megan Jones
What: Family dinner and the blackmail of Justin and Megan.
Where: Finch Fletchley's Summer home.
When: Wednesday Night.
Rating: Low-High.
It seemed Justin’s dream (part-time) job as a projectionist had been short lived, as he looked down at the pinstripe shirt his manager had just handed him. He was mumbling something about popcorn sales peaking, whenever Justin or Stan were managing the candy bar - and he wanted/needed him to be out front doing just that. “Why?” It was another mumbled answer (Justin had never seen someone consume a danish so fast) about how the girls; not the ones that were cultured enough to appreciate the art films, but the ones that decided seeing a movie with subtitles, because they thought he was cute - was enough of a reason. Justin had never really felt like a piece of meat before, but he now understood the saying quite clearly. “Don’t you think that’s a little wrong.” He decided, using simpler words around his manager was the best way to fight for his dignity. “You might want to leave a button or so open, like Stan does - just ask him, he’ll get you all set up.” -- or not. Justin was pretty sure, this was a million ways wrong and probably counted towards some type of sexual harassment, but decided arguing against it would be pointless and he actually didn’t mind the benefits of working here, plus rent needed to be pay. “I’ll be here Monday.” He watched his manager smile and walk away, before turning around and walking back over to the candy bar to tell Stan about his de/promotion. Of course Stan thought it was brilliant, but really, he didn’t think much wasn’t brilliant - unless it involved not having sex and girls wanting to discuss feelings. “Alright mate, see you Monday then.” Justin accepted Stan’s high-five of sorts and walked back outside, walking in the direction where he had left his car. He really needed to get back to the flat and shower, before Megan and himself, started making their way over to his Summer house (where Megan’s parents and his own were now residing) for dinner.
Justin hadn’t made an effort to kiss Megan when he first walked in. He smelled like popcorn and he didn’t want her being turned off. “Let me shower first, love. I need your help with something later as well.”
When someone (sans Hannah) tells your girlfriend you don’t want to have sex, you must make a plan to immediately get that notion out of her head, because despite the fact you’re not ready now, you will be and you have to make sure she knows that - Well that was according to Stan anyway, Justin had just decided to make it sound a little less vulgar. He wrapped a towel around his waist and deliberately walked back out into the kitchen, where he knew Megan was waiting with her back turned to him. “Meg, will you help me pick out something to wear tonight?”