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smackenzieJensen had to work a few hours on Saturday (which meant he had to listen to Joe extol the virtues of his friend who had the gallery opening on Sunday, until Nicki pointed out that if he kept nagging, no one would go), but he managed to get home in time to shower, shave, change his clothes, and then change them again when Chris looked him over and asked "Are you really going to wear that?" Under other circumstances Jensen might have thought that was funny, since Chris had never been much of a fashion plate, but now he was just annoyed.
"You look like you're going to play golf," Chris added. "You look like my grandfather going to play golf. Lose the sweater vest."
Jensen went into his room to find something else to wear. If the worst thing that happened was that he wasn't GQ-ready, he'd be going pretty good.
"Too bad you don't have a bowling shirt," Chris called from the other end of the apartment. He cackled. He was infinitely amused that Jensen's date was going to include bowling. Jensen had a feeling the bowling alley was going to be painfully trendy and full of hipsters and teenagers looking for something ironically nostalgic to do, but it wouldn't be the first time he was the least hip guy in a place, and at least he'd get sushi out of it.
Chris wandered into the bedrooom and started a running commentary while Jensen went through his closet, stopping only when Jensen threw a shirt at him.
"I just want you to make a good impression on your date," Chris protested, faking concern but really teasing. "You sure you don't want to come to Steve's show?"
"You just can't stand the thought of me in a bowling alley," Jensen said. "Besides, I think on a first date you should actually be with your date." He pulled on a green polo shirt, which his roommate's girlfriend back in Houston had made him buy because she thought it brought out the color of his eyes. But all that mattered to him now was that it was clean and Chris wasn't giving him any grief about wearing it.
"Don't worry, I'll make myself scarce tonight so you can have some privacy."
Jensen was tempted to roll his eyes as Chris' presumption, but, well, it had been a long time. He wasn't a one-night-stand kind of guy and he wasn't that interested in cruising bars to find a boyfriend, and this was the first time anyone had tried to set him up with a guy - although Chris' friend Brittany had tried to get him to go out with one of her girl friends - so it wasn't as if he'd even had a lot of opportunities.
"Don't forget to cover it up," Chris added, cackling and dodging when Jensen threw a pillow at him.
If it comes to that, Jensen thought, I know where you hide your Trojans. You can save me some money.
Matt turned up fifteen minutes late, apologizing because he got lost. He came to the door and so got to meet Chris, who very considerately did not say anything embarrassing or joking and just told them to have a good time, and if they got tired of bowling, Steve was playing a gig.... Jensen hustled Matt out.
"He's stuck on the bowling," Jensen explained, once they were in the car. "I don't think it's cool enough for him, which means it's not cool enough for me."
"We don't have to go," Matt said. "We can go to, uh, Steve's show. He's... a friend of Chris?"
"Yeah, they started the band together. Did I tell you Chris was in a band? They're called Oklahoma Ford. They're country/rock, really good. Chris and Steve and this guy Seth put it together about" - he counted on his fingers - "five years ago? I think. Steve left to go solo probably three years ago. It was tough for a while - Chris felt kind of like he'd been betrayed - but now they're friends, they support each other, it's all good." He realized he'd just babbled about people Matt didn't know and probably didn't care about. "And you probably don't care about any of that."
"I don't mind. I know bowling's kind of a dweeby sport, but Rock-n-Bowls are fun. Music, blacklights, high cheese factor." He glanced sideways and grinned at Jensen. "Danneel suggested we could make fun of the hipsters."
"I'm kind of curious. I've seen Steve play. Bowling's a little different."
The restaurant Matt picked turned out to be a little hole-in-the-wall sushi bar with an almost entirely fish-based menu. There was really nothing for the non-sushi-eater, and Jensen was glad he'd developed a taste for the raw fish, otherwise it would've been a miserable start to the evening. They only drove around for five minutes before they found a parking space on the street, but then they had to wait almost half an hour for a table. Matt apologized for not mentioning that they might have to wait, and he hoped Jensen wasn't starving in the meantime. Jensen said he wasn't, not to worry.
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(the little hole-in-the-wall japanese place. and i still need a good jensen icon. >.< )
"You look like you're going to play golf," Chris added. "You look like my grandfather going to play golf. Lose the sweater vest."
Jensen went into his room to find something else to wear. If the worst thing that happened was that he wasn't GQ-ready, he'd be going pretty good.
"Too bad you don't have a bowling shirt," Chris called from the other end of the apartment. He cackled. He was infinitely amused that Jensen's date was going to include bowling. Jensen had a feeling the bowling alley was going to be painfully trendy and full of hipsters and teenagers looking for something ironically nostalgic to do, but it wouldn't be the first time he was the least hip guy in a place, and at least he'd get sushi out of it.
Chris wandered into the bedrooom and started a running commentary while Jensen went through his closet, stopping only when Jensen threw a shirt at him.
"I just want you to make a good impression on your date," Chris protested, faking concern but really teasing. "You sure you don't want to come to Steve's show?"
"You just can't stand the thought of me in a bowling alley," Jensen said. "Besides, I think on a first date you should actually be with your date." He pulled on a green polo shirt, which his roommate's girlfriend back in Houston had made him buy because she thought it brought out the color of his eyes. But all that mattered to him now was that it was clean and Chris wasn't giving him any grief about wearing it.
"Don't worry, I'll make myself scarce tonight so you can have some privacy."
Jensen was tempted to roll his eyes as Chris' presumption, but, well, it had been a long time. He wasn't a one-night-stand kind of guy and he wasn't that interested in cruising bars to find a boyfriend, and this was the first time anyone had tried to set him up with a guy - although Chris' friend Brittany had tried to get him to go out with one of her girl friends - so it wasn't as if he'd even had a lot of opportunities.
"Don't forget to cover it up," Chris added, cackling and dodging when Jensen threw a pillow at him.
If it comes to that, Jensen thought, I know where you hide your Trojans. You can save me some money.
Matt turned up fifteen minutes late, apologizing because he got lost. He came to the door and so got to meet Chris, who very considerately did not say anything embarrassing or joking and just told them to have a good time, and if they got tired of bowling, Steve was playing a gig.... Jensen hustled Matt out.
"He's stuck on the bowling," Jensen explained, once they were in the car. "I don't think it's cool enough for him, which means it's not cool enough for me."
"We don't have to go," Matt said. "We can go to, uh, Steve's show. He's... a friend of Chris?"
"Yeah, they started the band together. Did I tell you Chris was in a band? They're called Oklahoma Ford. They're country/rock, really good. Chris and Steve and this guy Seth put it together about" - he counted on his fingers - "five years ago? I think. Steve left to go solo probably three years ago. It was tough for a while - Chris felt kind of like he'd been betrayed - but now they're friends, they support each other, it's all good." He realized he'd just babbled about people Matt didn't know and probably didn't care about. "And you probably don't care about any of that."
"I don't mind. I know bowling's kind of a dweeby sport, but Rock-n-Bowls are fun. Music, blacklights, high cheese factor." He glanced sideways and grinned at Jensen. "Danneel suggested we could make fun of the hipsters."
"I'm kind of curious. I've seen Steve play. Bowling's a little different."
The restaurant Matt picked turned out to be a little hole-in-the-wall sushi bar with an almost entirely fish-based menu. There was really nothing for the non-sushi-eater, and Jensen was glad he'd developed a taste for the raw fish, otherwise it would've been a miserable start to the evening. They only drove around for five minutes before they found a parking space on the street, but then they had to wait almost half an hour for a table. Matt apologized for not mentioning that they might have to wait, and he hoped Jensen wasn't starving in the meantime. Jensen said he wasn't, not to worry.
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total words: 10,870
(the little hole-in-the-wall japanese place. and i still need a good jensen icon. >.< )
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