Re: Capital: Jamie & Seven Friday night
Jamie took the compliment the way it was thrown: light. He didn't like, kid himself that on the street he was irresistible. That came down to how well he gave head or worked the guy over, not this guy but 'guy' as like, generic. The muscle packed on after years and years of class and conditioning had leaned on out, and he wasn't tall. Underneath the denim jacket, it was hard to like, see ab-work, or the state of his glutes. Jamie figured irresistibility was like, stop-traffic. The guy in the car - specific now, not generic - wasn't stop-traffic hot. Power was like, attractive, maybe? But Jamie didn't get hard for a fast car or a fancy suit, which was probably obvious rn. Seven wasn't stop-traffic-lights, but like, looking at him in a car window when there wasn't the immediate stand-to-attention of the guy's cock to focus on, he kinda looked the guy over. The amusement flecking his blue eyes, the way his mouth was trying to twitch upward.
It was unsettling, because Jamie couldn't parse the guy from history. He couldn't like, assess him as whether he was objectively a hot, old guy in a car. He wanted to? There was too much, like maybe all the naked had stripped past the veneer. He looked out of context, and he looked like, way intimidating, a little. Maybe it was the power thing, maybe it was the shit Holly had said which all felt like, way unrealistic.
Because like, he knew a little about the guy, like skimming over the surface of water rather than getting in deep. He knew the guy's kid better than he knew Seven, really. In the stuff that you could say: articulate as something other than pure filth. But like, that was the point, wasn't it? Literally low-risk, rather than unexploded ordnance riding low on custom rims. Seven waited, and like, the weight of his smile was water. Jamie kind of got the guy was looser, relaxed behind the wheel.
"I'm not going to say no." Split-second decision. "It's way better than Uber. You might play the music I like." Jamie's smile bounced, was brazen, carefree. Way more carefree than Jamie rn, although he leaned in hard to the vague buzz of the vodka-Coke. He wanted to like, ask. It bubbled, fetid on his tongue, the immediate question that he did, except he didn't want the answer to. It felt like, way irrational far away from the network and town and the journals, and way more reasonable to like, reset the rule system. The rule system was for high-risk, and Jamie wasn't like, legit certain he hadn't rolled way low, safe,.