Jack and Rae (hotblooded) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-02-19 08:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | fox, jack, rae |
4.5 Saturday Morning
Who: Jack, Fox, Rae
Where: Living Room
When: Early afternoon
What: Guy Talk, before Rae joins. Awkwardness!
Jack was chowing down on a slice of pizza when Fox returned from getting a tattoo. He had texted Rae a nonchalant "where are you two?" earlier in the day and gotten a response. Jack was in the loop.
"Hey man," he said, after Rae had gone upstairs to more closely investigate her piercing. "Let me see."
Fox walked into the kitchen to grab one of the last beers after finally getting out of the tattoo parlor. Three hours and two hundred bucks later, and he had a pretty sweet tattoo on his back. The artist said it would have been better to do it in two sessions; one for outline and one to fill in, but Fox didn't have that kind of time. So he sat in the chair for far too long, but it was worth it. With the exception of the needles (which he didn't have to watch, thank God) it wasn't too bad.
Smiling at Jack as he opened his can, Fox set the beer on the counter and lifted his shirt, exposing his back and the new tattoo.
"Nice!" Jack said, grinning wide. "Looks fuckin' good!" Jack had no idea Rae had drawn it.
Fox lowered his shirt gingerly, it was still sore as hell. "Yeah, I thought so too when Rae showed me the drawing." Resting his back against the counter, he took a long pull of his beer. The alcohol fuzzed the pain a little bit. Perfect.
"What?" he said, eyebrows sliding upward. "She drew that? Really?"
Fox nodded, twisting the can in his hands. "Yeah, she didn't tell you? I asked her to draw something like it for me a few days ago."
"Nah, she didn't," he said, shrugging. They didn't share everything. "Cool, though. People used to ask her to draw tattoos all the time. She usually refuses, though. Says that in a few years she'll be better and they will secretely hate her for improving when they have old school shit art on their skin. I always said it was their fault though, I mean, like, it's just natural to assume someone who draws gets better with time. If you're stupid enough to not realize that .. your funeral? But that.. that looks awesome," he said, pointing.
Fox nodded. "Yeah." He tried to glance at it over his shoulder, but couldn't see beyond a couple black streaks. He'd only seen it once after the guy finished inking it. "She showed it to me this morning and wouldn't believe me when I told her that I really liked it." He turned back to look at Jack, drinking his beer again. "Hell, I wouldn't have gotten it inked if I didn't like it."
"Yeah she's always shy about her stuff at first," he said, nonchalantly. He stuck his head in the fridge to nab the last beer. "Awesome, man. She showed me the dermals. Eesh. You went in with her?"
Fox shrugged. "I wouldn't have minded, but I already knew the tat would take awhile. Didn't want to make it take any longer than it would." Of course, that's what Fox said, but he was doing it because he didn't want to make Rae uncomfortable. He knew she would have to strip something off, and there was no point in him seeing what he'd never get.
"How long it take?" he gestured for Fox to follow him back into the living room so he could collapse on the couch again.
Fox walked into the living room behind Jack and plopped on the opposite sofa, making sure his back didn't hit the cushions. "About three hours, give or take a bit."
"Jeez, tough guy eh? Showering is gonna be a bitch. Do what I did, tape a sheet of plastic bag around it." He took a sip of the beer. "It'll heal quick, right? Angel blood?"
Fox rolled his shoulders and winced slightly. "Yeah, but only if I pray 'devoutly'." He scoffed. "Fuck that. I'll heal like a human." Arching a brow at Jack, he asked, "How would you sugges I tape a bag on my back? You gonna do it?"
Jack smirked. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to use masking tape, yeah." What was the big deal there? He hadn't realized Fox doing it himself might be hard.
Fox could probably manage it, he was just teasing Jack. "Haha, I could probably manage somehow. I could always find a willing lady to scrub my back for me. Which reminds me." Smirking, he leaned back against the arm of the sofa to it wouldn't aggravate his shoulder. "What's the deal with you and Cassie?"
Jack cringed, while grinning, which was a feat. "Eeh, was hoping I wasn't that obvious but I was too drunk last night. Rae's gonna catch on before we fuckin' land. We're just messing around. She's a cool chick. Started at that Erin chick's party."
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Fox grinned back at Jack. "She is pretty cool. A demons can be a helluva lot of fun." He canted his head to one side. "I don't think you were that obvious, but remember, I watch for these things." He gave Jack a teasing wink, the took another pull of his beer."
Yeah? So you watched for it and decided to go above and beyond the call of duty last night anyway? "Uh huh," he said, taking another sip himself. "You're a regular Cupid, eh?"
"Cupid?" Fox shook his head. "Nah. But it was pretty easy to see something was going on between you two."
"Ah well. It's nothing serious, Rae doesn't have to worry about Cassie flippin' the psycho switch." He smirked.
Fox laughed and nodded. "Cool. Not like I care either way, but I'm sure that'll make Rae feel better."
Jack narrowed his eyes at him. What an odd thing to say. Not like he cares either way? About what? And even if he didn't care, who said that?
Fox caught the narrowing of Jack's eyes and glanced at him, confused. "What? What'd I say?" He really didn't care. He said it because he didn't have anything else to say. Was there something wrong about that?
"Nothing," he said, with a sly grin. "You want some pizza? You guys eat while you were out for hours and hours?"
Fox felt his stomach growl and he rubbed it. "Hell yeah I want pizza. Rae and I had breakfast before we left, but we didn't grab anything on the way back."
"There's still some on the counter," he said, with a nod toward the kitchen. Suddenly he cocked his head, and then a moment later Rae was coming down the stairs. He had heard her door open. She was wearing her bikini top and jeans with flip flops.
"Hey," Jack said, looking over to her. "You're not going swimming, are you?"
"Uh, no?" she said, with a soft laugh as she waved to Fox, passing by him as he gathered pizza. "This is the only thing I have that won't brush the dermals."
"And on the plane, you're going to wear a bikini?" Jack asked, chugging on his beer.
"I think that's against airport policy, so no," she said, with a smirk, perching herself on the opposite end of the sofa. "But I should be less sore by then."
Fox had moved to the counter and picked up several slices of pizza, setting them on a plate so they wouldn't be on his lap. Coming back into the kitchen, he paused for an instant, seeing Rae in her bikini top, before continuing nonchalantly to the soda. "It looks pretty good, Slim."
They were red and swollen, but 'pretty good' was apt, since they hadn't had time to get infected yet. Rae looked over to Jack, who rolled his eyes up at her and girnned wickedly while Fox couldn't see. Rae shrugged in response and straddled the armrest of the sofa, one leg bent with her foot on the cushion, the other hanging over the edge like a lazy panther's tail.
"You see his tattoo?"
"Looks good," Jack replied, nodding. "Said you drew it. I thought you were anti-tattoo designing."
Rae shrugged. "I figure that sort of style won't really improve much over time, so I felt less bad."
"You sign it?"
"Hah, right."
Jack chuckled.
Fox watched the exchange between the siblings quietly, happily eating his pizza and drinking his beer.
Jack lifted his chin with a smirk. "Fox is uncomfortable with me taping up the tattoo so he can shower. Says he needs a girl to do it. Since you drew the tattoo---"
"---uh, no," Rae interrupted, leaning to her right as she called into the kitchen. "YOU'LL BE FINE, FOX."
Fox walked out of the kitchen, his plate and a soda in hand, since Jack had grabbed the last beer. He still needed to finish his own, but it'd be gone before the pizza. "I'm sure I will Rae." He moved over to the sofa, sitting on the side opposite Rae and keeping his back off the cushions by leaning against the arm.
"You can sponge bath yourself like a geriatric," Rae suggested, grinning.
Fox crinkled his nose, pausing between bites of pizza. "No thanks. I'll tough it out and shower."
"You know that you have to keep your shirt on, right?" Rae said, more serious now, looking down at him from her higher post. "No sun, no crazy lotions... just keep using the ointment and keep it clean. No swimming either."
Jack looked over at them from his side of the sofa. "Can I keep my shirtless thing going?"
"If you must."
Fox rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yes, Mom. I remember what to do." The fun part was going to be putting the ointment on his back, but he'd make it work. Somehow or another.
"Now you can never drop the nickname, you know," Jack said, all smiles as usual. "You gotta be ninety years old, and people gotta call you Fox."
Rae nodded. "I can see it!"
Fox laughed. "I was planning on that anyways!"
Jack looked at the television without actually paying attention, smirking. "Man, I always wanted a cool nickname. I never got around to it."
Rae laughed softly. "Well, Jack is a nickname."
Fox arched a brow and turned to look at Jack. "Oh really?"
"Yeah, remember? When we did the group chat?" Rae said. "His name is John."
Fox nodded, slowly. "Ah yeah, that's right." He took another bite of his pizza. "I forgot about that." Glancing over at his friend with the beer, he asked, "So how'd you get Jack?"
"It's just the standard nickname for John," he said, with a shrug. "Or it used to be, in the old days of yore."
Rae sniggered. "Yeah, our father named him, and then my mother got to pick the second kid's name. So I got stuck with fucking Raenessa, and he gets John."
Fox sipped on his beer. "I haven't met many Johns, so that makes sense." His eyes shifted to Rae as he added, "And I've told you, I like Raenessa.
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From behind Fox's back, Jack made an 'awwwwww!' face.
Rae looked down at Fox with a lacey smile. "Thanks."
Fox grinned at her, before digging back into his pizza. He polished off the first slice, then went to work on the second.
Rae reached over to snag a piece of cheese right off his plate and ate it with a triumphant sort of smirk. She only had one dimple, and now it showed.
Fox saw the dimple and it made him grin. She was something else and hella cute. "Y'know, I may have to switch from calling you Slim to calling you Dimples."
Jack pretended to choke on his beer, coughing out laughter.
Rae's smile vanished. "No. Stick with Slim."
Fox shrugged and his smiled only widened. "Suit yourself. But the dimple's cute."
"Get a room," Jack muttered, before letting out a collosal belch.
Rae reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose, and sighed.
Fox rolled his eyes and chuckled, happy to be eating pizza.