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whiskey_jack (whiskey_jack) wrote in paxletalelogs,

The sound of Shae's hand connecting with Kami's backside drew Jack's attention away from Cara, and it was all he could do to keep from snorting with laughter. She'd asked for it, no doubt about it -- but he wasn't going to be the one to let her know that. Damned if he was going to ruin whatever had her in such a good mood!

And that something was almost certainly the gumbo. He felt his stomach growl in annoyance at only being subjected to booze and McDonalds the last few days. The gumbo smelled so fucking good. Before he could sit and dive into the heaping bowl he'd gotten himself, Shae shoved his guitar at him. Jack caught the look in his old friend's eyes and the tone in his voice -- he'd seen it many times before. Best to do as Shae requested. No matter how fun it might have been to see how far he could push the bounty hunter.

"That's right. Good music, good food, good beer, good company," Jack announced as he sat back down on the couch. Cradling the guitar on his lap, he picked up his gumbo and finally took a bite. "OHMHGWD," he gushed around the big mouthful, bringing his hand up. He swallowed and stared at Shae as if he wanted to kiss him. "Now THIS," he nodded, retrieving the Abita, "is fuel for music. Shae, buddy, you done your Mamon proud."

Taking a deep pull off the beer, Jack pulled the pick out from the strings on the head of his guitar and checked the tuning. Then with a grin only Jack could make, wicked and wild, he launched into a traditional two-step and began to sing. The upbeat tempo and Jack's warm crooner's-tenor rang merrily through Shae's apartment.

Only those who understood French and could cut through the nasal, mush-mouthed Cajun-isms would have known Jack was singing one of the more suggestive songs in his repertoire.