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Tweak says, "I ATE MY MONKEY BARS"

Jack Dent (OC) (jumpinjackdent) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-03-14 17:11:00

Entry tags:

greg house, jack dent

Who Jack Dent and Greg House
What Shopping, chatting (Girl's day out? Shh)
Where Greg's place than onwards!
When Friday afternoon
Warning Oh, please, look at the who...Really.

Whistling to himself as he sauntered down the street, Jack was happy to be seeing Greg. Sans...Hoohoo. Quite frankly, he was made uneasy by the idea of the man wielding one of those, for Lord knew what he'd do with it to make Jack uneasy. Jack had been with woman, it was fine, but he was very, very firmly a homosexual now, and there was nothing he could be told to want to see another hoohoo again. Even when he was with the women, he didn't like them. And with how Greg acted, he probably would have tried to rub it against Jack or something for giggles. The thought made Jack shudder, and he shook his head as he turned down the street where Greg lived.

Getting to the door, he gave three knocks, wondering if the girls were home or asleep or what, and stood in front of the door, shuffling from foot to foot as he waited for his friend to answer. He had shopping to do today, really, and he was hoping the man would come along. For Jack got a weird kick out of shopping with Greg. What could he say?

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	jumpinjackdent 2008-03-15 12:01 am UTC (link)
	"Fag dear, unless you'd rather the title," Jack corrected as he smirked at the man's manly fast driving, "Well, it's certainly doing it's job. I'm hard twice over, Gregory, and by the time we finish the block, I'll be done." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	drsnarkfest 2008-03-15 12:24 am UTC (link)
	"Mock me all you want, I love this car." He completely ignored the fag comment, deciding to focus on his driving, and the purr of his engine. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jumpinjackdent 2008-03-15 12:29 am UTC (link)
	"I can tell, dear, it's very sweet," Jack got the same way with his records, he was sure, so he'd leave off the teasing for now. His fingers ran along the dash as he did his general fidgeting about as he waited for them to get to the tux shop, "What did you wear for your little wedding, dear?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	drsnarkfest 2008-03-15 12:32 am UTC (link)
	"I own a tux," He shrugged, "Comes with the territory of being world-renowned. He was in the same, only different color shirt so we didn't confuse the average onlooker. It wasn't... much of anything. We just wanted to get it done. We've been discussing a party, when things calm down." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jumpinjackdent 2008-03-15 12:38 am UTC (link)
	"You should have a huge blow-out, no doubt. And I mean a party, dear, get your mind out of the gutter," Jack winked before going on," I've not got one, oddly, not in my closets, in any of the houses. Sir Bob wasn't a tux man, really. Didn't need to be, I suppose. Anyway. I want to look nice and all that. You as well. We'll have to find you a very pretty dress." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	drsnarkfest 2008-03-15 12:41 am UTC (link)
	Greg smirked, "I've had plenty of blow-outs, in your way, since being married. Of course I mean a party. Also, Sir Bob was too posh for a tuxes. He was right around the circle, back in Chucks and t-shirts." Much like Greg himself, of course. "And I'm sure we can get Vera on the phone, for Sir Bob's maid of honor." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jumpinjackdent 2008-03-15 12:55 am UTC (link)
	"Aw, darling, have you dreamt of a Vera for yourself? You should have said, I'm sure I can get one in the making," Jack laughed, "A pretty blue." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	drsnarkfest 2008-03-15 12:57 am UTC (link)
	Greg rolled his eyes as they approached a red light. "Of course I have, honey. Plunging 'v', floor length... I might steal your thunder, if I chose to debut it at your wedding. Perhaps it can wait." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jumpinjackdent 2008-03-15 01:04 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, I don't mind if I get to see you work it. Jules might, however. He's got this thing, you see, for me," Jack's face lit up as he spoke of his husband to be, "However, there is always the reception afterwards." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	drsnarkfest 2008-03-15 01:18 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, God, that look. Please tell me I don't look like that about Ray," He glared lightly, before shrugging. "You provide open bar, I'll show up at your reception in full drag." He pulled up at the first place where they'd said they wanted to shop for Jack's tux in, letting the engine idle for a second before shutting it off. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

jumpinjackdent
2008-03-15 01:21 am UTC (link)

"Oh, you don't. You look far happpier," Jack stuck out his tongue, waiting for the car to stop moving before hopping out and looking up at the shop. At that moment, Jack was wearing deep purple jeans, boots and a long sleeved white shirt, and he quite frankly was not sure he was what they would want in the shop, but then...He was rock royalty, so he supposed they would have to deal.

"Of course it's open bar, darling-Melissa will be there."

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	drsnarkfest 2008-03-15 01:35 am UTC (link)
	"At least I won't be alone, then." Greg nodded, heading for the door and letting Jack in. He looked around with a bit of disdain, watching the sharks start towards them. "Quick, wave them off or refuse autographs or... something," (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

jumpinjackdent
2008-03-15 01:42 am UTC (link)

Oh, the dreaded 'or something'. Give Jack that, and you were just asking for it. And 'it' was rarely what anyone expected. Catching sight of a salesmen moving at them from one side, a customer who obviously wanted something signed at the other, Jack laughed and thought of one thing that would stop them both in their tracks if he had read them right-He grabbed Greg's shirt and pulled him down into a kiss, knowing he might get kneed in the groin but finding great satisfaction that, from the corner of his eye, he could see the salesmen stop, the customer falter, a glance be exchange and they both backed away to their corners. Gay Irish Rock Stars almost always made upper class men feel awkward.

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	drsnarkfest 2008-03-15 01:51 am UTC (link)
	He faltered a little, but Greg didn't lash out at Jack, not wanting to end up in the tabloids as an abusive beau- especially when the heat would fall on Jules, and not him. He did, however, pinch Jack during the kiss in retaliation. "You're lucky I can't retaliate in public. But watch your back in the car, lover-boy," (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

jumpinjackdent
2008-03-15 01:55 am UTC (link)

Whimpering at the pinch and making an unimpressed face, Jack rolled his eyes, "Oh please, take one for the team, Gregory," He snickered, waving his hand, "Now they will leave us be for a bit, let us settle down. And as for the car-don't make any promises you cannot keep," He gave a saucy wink before moving over to a rack of suits, looking along them, trying to find the most desirable shade of blah.

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	drsnarkfest 2008-03-15 02:00 am UTC (link)
	He chuckled, following Jack over to the rack. "I'm shit at picking these things out. Just try a hell of a lot on, and pick the most expensive," (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jumpinjackdent 2008-03-15 02:03 am UTC (link)
	"You think I'm any good at picking them out? I'm not feeling these sleeves for quality, I just like touching things, dear," Jack pointed out as he did fondle the sleeves he passed, looking thoughtful, "If I look serious enough, they won't realize this is a fetish." Shopping was ten times more fun when Jack didn't have to be clever with himself. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	drsnarkfest 2008-03-15 02:24 am UTC (link)
	Another eyeroll, but Greg followed dutifully along. "Do you even know your measures, or are we going to have to bug someone eventually?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jumpinjackdent 2008-03-15 02:29 am UTC (link)
	"Oh please, do you think me a fool?" Jack pulled out a slip of paper with numbers on it, "Got Jules to take them earlier," A wink as he pointed at a suit, "Oh my gosh! That one looks like every other one! Wow." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	drsnarkfest 2008-03-15 02:51 am UTC (link)
	"Of course I think you're a fool, it's part of your charm," A beat, "Oh, hush, that one's charcoal, where as this one's slate. Don't you know anything?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jumpinjackdent 2008-03-15 03:04 am UTC (link)
	"Ohmygosh, how embaressing," Jack sighed and shook his head, "How do you ever take me anywhere?" Jack took one of the rack, looking it over, "Well, it's sort of like Daylew, but a bit more frumpy." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	drsnarkfest 2008-03-15 07:28 pm UTC (link)
	Greg rolled his eyes, putting on his best 'placating spouse' voice. "Oh, come now, dear, nothing could look 'frumpy' on you." A beat, back to his 'regular' self, "C'mon, it'll look better on. Hopefully," (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jumpinjackdent 2008-03-15 07:31 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, you say that now, but in ten years when I've let myself got to shit sucking back nothing but ice cream and your cock, you'll be saying something else, sweetheart," Jack's own take on the 'placating spouse' went a little 'R' rated, "Anyway, let's go try it on!" He lead the way to the change rooms, ducking into one with a grin. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	drsnarkfest 2008-03-15 07:41 pm UTC (link)
	Greg was half-tempted to follow him into the dressing room, but stood back by sheer force of will, taking the chair designated for wingmen, in the little hallway. "C'mon, honey, give us a show," Greg gave a wolf-whistle, clicking his tongue as he waited for Jack to come out of the dressing room. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jumpinjackdent 2008-03-15 07:54 pm UTC (link)
	"Shut up, you're making me all excited and I could have an accident with the zip!" Jack laughed from behind the door as he put on the far-too-many-layered tux, smoothing his hands down the front and scowling a bit in the mirror, "I'm not sure, dear, I think I look rather...proper." Jack stepped out to show off the tux, hands moving to fiddle with his buttons. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)