Re: Tory & Jamie: the Apartment
Jamie recognized that grin. Like, he HAD that grin. It was in his wheelhouse of go-to shit, and he appreciated being a self-aware asshole about being an asshole, instead of like, an asshole who got defensive as fuck about getting called on it. Which was getting glossed over, a high shine of tequila and the kind of harmless shit and getting a rise out of a guy who was probably like, five times smarter than Jamie on a good day. His smile ticked into his cheek, satisfied as the guy's color rose and he kicked bare feet up against the coffee table and settled in, good-natured asshole to like, good-natured asshole (not like, literally) on winning a point.
"Linnean classification. OK, explain," and he was picking his pizza slice apart as he spoke, separating mushrooms and peppers with the mindless routine of someone way used to doing it, and he ate a piece of mushroom with cheese against the side of his thumb, and blotted the grease of another piece against the side of the plate. "Hey, own your shit, you know? You nerd out. It's kinda your thing. That's cool," he shrugged with the effortlessness of having lived that, even if like, for ten minutes or whatever. It had been way weird, to be that snarled up in thinking about stuff, over and over - and also really fucking familiar.
Tory, the guy, was big and the couch wasn't, and Jamie watched the guy's gaze drift to Cat, which was sorta predictable. "I'd pick her up and put her on your lap," he said, picking another piece of cheese off his pizza slice, "But I don't know if your lap would survive. She's kinda a pissy bitch," he said, fondly, and he reached out a finger to the cat perched, hunched on the arm of the couch. Cat blinked round, green eyes and hissed, delicately. "See?" Jamie grinned. The grin went sideways.
"Someone's sexcapades," he said, without a lot of detail and he watched the guy pour. "Tokyo. Nice choice. I think I spent like, five hours total outside the airport when I wasn't at work. I'm pretty sure I got that in the airport." Detail, like, dodged. And Jamie wasn't like, not sprawling. He had like, four inches less than this guy. "You can try bribing her. I'm nicer than my cat, and that's not like, saying much."