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om_mainPietro takes the opportunity to do a little digging about Jensen's life issues; Jensen manages to keep things pretty light--and dance like a white boy.
After another dance with Remy, Pietro buzzed around a bit, checking things out and grabbing another martini, and almost ran into Jensen at the drinks table. Only superspeed saved him from it, actually. He’d been meaning to catch up with the guy since… whatever the hell had gone on with him in Boston the other week. But there was no really polite way to ask, and Jensen hadn’t shown any real signs of fucked-up-ness so…
“Hey, hey, look at you,” Pietro said pleasantly. “You don’t clean up half bad.”
“Like it?” Jensen asked with a grin, holding his arms out a little to semi-put himself on display. “I made it myself.” He gestured at his boyfriend as he turned back to the drink table to pour himself a coke with a generous helping of rum. “Shaun’s too. He wears it better, I think.” Much better. He’d be admiring the view allll night.
Facing Pietro, he grinned at him and gave him a thumbs-up, “You don’t look half bad yourself, dude. Very awesome. Pinstripes never go out of style, am I right?”
“If they do, just shoot me. I don’t want to live in a world without pinstripes.” Pietro peeled his gaze off Shaun—who looked very fine indeed, though Pietro had never really noticed the guy in that way before (hard to when—well, Jensen was right there. Look at the guy!). He reached for some champagne, just to change things up, from the nearby fountain. “Much like champagne. Though I’m not sure about the fountain thing. Rich kids and their toys.” But this was, of course, said good-naturedly, considering the irony of him rolling around in all the rich kid toys, currently.
That made Jensen laugh. “I don’t think we’re supposed to be sure,” he joked and took a drink from his cup. “I think it’s one of those you’d only get it if you were so rich you could use hundred dollar bills as toilet paper sort of thing. Soooo, basically I’ll never get it. I’ll just have to live it up while I’m here instead.” He grinned. “Flirt with being sure.”
"Or laugh at those who truly are." Pietro raised his glass to that. "I would not be surprised to learn that Shaw has employed hundred-dollar bills thusly. It basically represents his attitude toward his father's money--but in a 'fuck you' way, not a careless way. The former, I can respect. The latter, not so much."
“Ditto, dude,” Jensen agreed. “I am all for figurative middle fingers. And literal ones! Damn the man etcetera etcetera.” As broke as he was, if his dad, in some bizarro, never going to happen turn of events, gave him money, he’d find a nice big, fuck you way to make use of it.
Jensen took a sip of his drink. “It was cool of Shaw to put this together for Felix. He’s a nice kid. He deserves to have someone make a big deal out of him.” Knowing what he did about Felix, he doubted he’d ever even had a birthday party before, and, having had his own first birthday party recently, he knew how much that could mean to someone.
Not that Pietro was ever surprised when Jensen said something awesome, but he still enjoyed. Damn the man indeed. And god, such a shame they were both so taken. That was one he was always gonna regret never having at least snogged—as Eames would put it. Ah well, such was life. "Shinobi is extremely considerate—when someone actually catches his attention, he pours it on heavy. I mean, this level of absurdity would seem totally insincere from anyone else, but from Shinobi—and to Felix… it feels so right." He almost sing-songed that last bit. Couldn't help it. Just. Champagne!
Jensen lifted his cup to that and then took a drink. “Dude certainly knows how to throw a party,” he complimented. “I almost feel like I’m actually in the 1920s. Even better, a 1920s AU where gender equality and queers run rampant. It’d be better with dragons, but then most everything would be better with dragons.”
Taking another sip, Jensen looked out at the room. It really was an awesome party. Even though it had barely started it was already in full swing and everyone was having a great time. He seemed to be the only one who wasn’t. Sure, he was smiling and joking and laughing, but he wasn’t really feeling it. He felt hollow, like all of it was going in, but none of it was filling him up. “So, in addition to looking hot damn fabulous, what else have you been up to tonight?”
Kinda the opening Pietro had been hoping for. Not super graceful, but expedient, and when given the choice of one or the other, well, it was no surprise which one Pietro preferred. "Oh, you know. Wantonly abusing alcohol. Showering Felix with scarves. Publicly mauling my hot boyfriend. Catching up with people.”
"Haven't talked with you since... you know. Whatever happened." He raised his eyebrows there, almost making it into a question.
This was so not the conversation Jensen wanted to have. He’d been avoiding You Know, Whatever Happened pretty damn well since You Know, Whenever It Happened. Or, well, he’d been thinking about it constantly, but he hadn’t let anyone see that. He and Shaun hadn’t even talked about it and that was the way he wanted it.
“Yeah, my holiday celebration was mostly staying in Superbed with my hot boyfriend,” Jensen answered as he debated how to respond to the question-not question. Ignoring it entirely would look suspicious. Not that the whole thing wasn’t suspicious already. Vague, late night texts were about as cloak and dagger you could get without having a literal cloak and dagger. Fuck... He had been worried that this would happen.
Jensen took a drink. “I got kicked out of my house. Shaun came to get me. If that’s what you’re asking about. No big deal.”
Pietro opened his mouth to say something bitchy about good riddance and it was their loss... but superspeed brain saved him; he was pretty sure Jensen had a little sister. So. Yeah. Actually, his loss too. "Sorry dude. Yeah, Shaun was kinda cryptic when he asked me to tell the old man you guys wouldn't be around for class so... you know. Wondered."
“Thanks,” Jensen replied with a smile he wasn’t feeling, but faked well enough. “Yeah. Hard not to. Cryptic does that. I think that’s why people were so into Lost. Boy, was there a disappointment.” He finished his drink and decided to pour himself another. A rum and coke again sounded good. “But, yeah, it’s complicated.” He snorted wryly and gave Pietro an equally wry grin. “But when are families not, right?”
Pietro had gotten bored with Lost fast, but he had read the wikipedia entries, so he guessed he saw Jensen's point there. "Dude. My family. I mean, I thought we were complicated before I met the bio dad. And bonus sister. So yeah, I feel you. Big time."
Jensen swirled the ice around in his cup and then took a sip. “Right? Jesus, why am I even complaining when you’ve had long-lost, mystery family popping out of the woodwork? That’s almost soap opera level of complicated shit right there.”
"Yyyyyeah. Wanda says I'm super dramatic but I mostly blame our soap opera life." Pietro snorted into his drink. "But you know, it's not like the fucked up family Olympics or anything. Everyone has some kind of different family drama around here."
“Very true,” Jensen agreed, nodding. “Sorry, I wasn’t saying it was. Everyone has some kind of family drama. Anyone who says they don’t is probably lying.” No one’s life was perfect, right? At least that was what he kept telling himself. “I’m just saying what the fuck am I doing complaining to you, or to Shaun. Jesus. Talk about assholes who don’t fucking deserve someone.”
"Yeah, I mean, I've seen some fucked up family things in my time, but that was off the charts." Pietro snorted and shook his head. "No worries though, I didn't mean you were trying to make it weird. I just meant, like, what you said. Drama abounds." He waved expansively. "Hearing about everyone else's drama is good, honestly. Not that I'm happy everyone's so fucked up, just that it's kinda nice knowing it's not just me and mine."
Jensen snorted, amused. “Yeah, it is.” He’d rather Shaun’s parents weren’t the giant asshats of fuckery that they were, in fact he’d give anything to change that for him, but it was nice to know that if there was such thing as the Fucked-up Family Olympics he wouldn’t be effortlessly taking home the gold.
“But, hey, we’re kids with superpowers, right?” Jensen joked with a crooked, wry grin. “Every superhero needs a good origin story.”
"Life imitates art," Pietro said with a snort that said just what he thought about that unfortunate truth. "It's amazing we don't have more horrific blow-ups around here, considering the shit that most of us seem to be dealing with full-time."
Jensen snorted as well, sardonically amused. “Literal and figurative blow-ups,” he replied like he wasn’t thinking of his own breakdown not long ago that Pietro had witnessed.
“God, fucking look at us,” Jensen laughed suddenly. “At a party and we’re standing in a corner talking teenage drama angst. We’re those guys. Don’t get me wrong, a younger teenage me is impressed I’m even here--at a party talking to someone--but wow.” He downed the last of his drink. “We should dance.”
Pietro tucked two fingers into one of Jensen's pockets--and tugged. "Best idea all night. Well, apart from the martinis. Those were a good idea, too."
“Night’s still young, dude. Give me time, I bet I can come up with even better ideas,” Jensen laughed as he let Pietro tug him out onto the dance floor.
"Don't tempt me; it's not nice." Pietro shot a grin over his shoulder, still pulling Jensen into the proper position. Okay, he was totally joking, they were both taken! ... still, he'd kinda regret that one. A little. Not really (because Remy), but still! "Dancing, on the other hand--almost as good as kicking ass."
Having zero issues with being led, Jensen let Pietro move him around into position. “Even better if you’re dancing with someone awesome,” he said with a grin. Admittedly the majority of his dancing experience was with Shaun, but that was more than enough experience for him to be sure of that statement. Dancing with Shaun was fucking amazing.
“Shaun took me dancing for my birthday,” Jensen shared. “I’d never been before. Not even to a club.”
Pietro laughed as he shifted gears to find the music, to find the world everyone else lived in. Only thing that worked for sure, right there. "Where'd you go?”
Jensen bounced along to the music. “You know? I don’t even remember the name,” he admitted with a laugh. “It was a gay club in the city. There was loud music, lots of shirtless dudes. So, you know, basically any gay club anywhere ever.” He grinned. “We went to this un-fucking-believable hotel after. It had class coming out of its ass, dude.”
“It was the best fucking birthday I’ve ever had.” It had been a night of a lot of firsts.
Maybe it was just the way Jensen said it, or maybe it was just Pietro's superdirty superspeed mind, but he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and uttering a loaded, "Oh reeeeeally?"
Laughing, Jensen rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Wow, had he been that obvious? “Hands down. No contest,” he answered. Of course, he’d never had a birthday party before, so it had set the bar pretty low, but still! “I got presents, Shaun asked me out,” he grinned, “annnnnnd the rest a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell about.” In large part because he wasn’t sure how Shaun felt about any talk about the more intimate details of their relationship. That was probably something he should ask him about.
Pietro winked and executed a little spin, swiveling his hips Bollywood style. When he got back to facing Jensen, he said, "Depends on the situation, but then, Remy's more of a gentleman than I could ever be. So I strive to deserve it." He laughed.
“I hear ya, man,” Jensen replied, laughing too. “I more play a gentleman on TV than anything. But, you’re awesome, dude. A total catch and I’d bet everything I have--which, yeah, isn’t much, but still--that Remy would agree with.” He bounced along to the music, totally White Boy dancing it and not caring.
Pietro was grinning as much at Jensen's dancing (not meanly--dude owned it!) as the conversation and general happiness. "I am a catch, aren't I? Thank you for noticing."
Laughing, Jensen replied, “Anytime, dude,” and kept dancing along to the music.
After another dance with Remy, Pietro buzzed around a bit, checking things out and grabbing another martini, and almost ran into Jensen at the drinks table. Only superspeed saved him from it, actually. He’d been meaning to catch up with the guy since… whatever the hell had gone on with him in Boston the other week. But there was no really polite way to ask, and Jensen hadn’t shown any real signs of fucked-up-ness so…
“Hey, hey, look at you,” Pietro said pleasantly. “You don’t clean up half bad.”
“Like it?” Jensen asked with a grin, holding his arms out a little to semi-put himself on display. “I made it myself.” He gestured at his boyfriend as he turned back to the drink table to pour himself a coke with a generous helping of rum. “Shaun’s too. He wears it better, I think.” Much better. He’d be admiring the view allll night.
Facing Pietro, he grinned at him and gave him a thumbs-up, “You don’t look half bad yourself, dude. Very awesome. Pinstripes never go out of style, am I right?”
“If they do, just shoot me. I don’t want to live in a world without pinstripes.” Pietro peeled his gaze off Shaun—who looked very fine indeed, though Pietro had never really noticed the guy in that way before (hard to when—well, Jensen was right there. Look at the guy!). He reached for some champagne, just to change things up, from the nearby fountain. “Much like champagne. Though I’m not sure about the fountain thing. Rich kids and their toys.” But this was, of course, said good-naturedly, considering the irony of him rolling around in all the rich kid toys, currently.
That made Jensen laugh. “I don’t think we’re supposed to be sure,” he joked and took a drink from his cup. “I think it’s one of those you’d only get it if you were so rich you could use hundred dollar bills as toilet paper sort of thing. Soooo, basically I’ll never get it. I’ll just have to live it up while I’m here instead.” He grinned. “Flirt with being sure.”
"Or laugh at those who truly are." Pietro raised his glass to that. "I would not be surprised to learn that Shaw has employed hundred-dollar bills thusly. It basically represents his attitude toward his father's money--but in a 'fuck you' way, not a careless way. The former, I can respect. The latter, not so much."
“Ditto, dude,” Jensen agreed. “I am all for figurative middle fingers. And literal ones! Damn the man etcetera etcetera.” As broke as he was, if his dad, in some bizarro, never going to happen turn of events, gave him money, he’d find a nice big, fuck you way to make use of it.
Jensen took a sip of his drink. “It was cool of Shaw to put this together for Felix. He’s a nice kid. He deserves to have someone make a big deal out of him.” Knowing what he did about Felix, he doubted he’d ever even had a birthday party before, and, having had his own first birthday party recently, he knew how much that could mean to someone.
Not that Pietro was ever surprised when Jensen said something awesome, but he still enjoyed. Damn the man indeed. And god, such a shame they were both so taken. That was one he was always gonna regret never having at least snogged—as Eames would put it. Ah well, such was life. "Shinobi is extremely considerate—when someone actually catches his attention, he pours it on heavy. I mean, this level of absurdity would seem totally insincere from anyone else, but from Shinobi—and to Felix… it feels so right." He almost sing-songed that last bit. Couldn't help it. Just. Champagne!
Jensen lifted his cup to that and then took a drink. “Dude certainly knows how to throw a party,” he complimented. “I almost feel like I’m actually in the 1920s. Even better, a 1920s AU where gender equality and queers run rampant. It’d be better with dragons, but then most everything would be better with dragons.”
Taking another sip, Jensen looked out at the room. It really was an awesome party. Even though it had barely started it was already in full swing and everyone was having a great time. He seemed to be the only one who wasn’t. Sure, he was smiling and joking and laughing, but he wasn’t really feeling it. He felt hollow, like all of it was going in, but none of it was filling him up. “So, in addition to looking hot damn fabulous, what else have you been up to tonight?”
Kinda the opening Pietro had been hoping for. Not super graceful, but expedient, and when given the choice of one or the other, well, it was no surprise which one Pietro preferred. "Oh, you know. Wantonly abusing alcohol. Showering Felix with scarves. Publicly mauling my hot boyfriend. Catching up with people.”
"Haven't talked with you since... you know. Whatever happened." He raised his eyebrows there, almost making it into a question.
This was so not the conversation Jensen wanted to have. He’d been avoiding You Know, Whatever Happened pretty damn well since You Know, Whenever It Happened. Or, well, he’d been thinking about it constantly, but he hadn’t let anyone see that. He and Shaun hadn’t even talked about it and that was the way he wanted it.
“Yeah, my holiday celebration was mostly staying in Superbed with my hot boyfriend,” Jensen answered as he debated how to respond to the question-not question. Ignoring it entirely would look suspicious. Not that the whole thing wasn’t suspicious already. Vague, late night texts were about as cloak and dagger you could get without having a literal cloak and dagger. Fuck... He had been worried that this would happen.
Jensen took a drink. “I got kicked out of my house. Shaun came to get me. If that’s what you’re asking about. No big deal.”
Pietro opened his mouth to say something bitchy about good riddance and it was their loss... but superspeed brain saved him; he was pretty sure Jensen had a little sister. So. Yeah. Actually, his loss too. "Sorry dude. Yeah, Shaun was kinda cryptic when he asked me to tell the old man you guys wouldn't be around for class so... you know. Wondered."
“Thanks,” Jensen replied with a smile he wasn’t feeling, but faked well enough. “Yeah. Hard not to. Cryptic does that. I think that’s why people were so into Lost. Boy, was there a disappointment.” He finished his drink and decided to pour himself another. A rum and coke again sounded good. “But, yeah, it’s complicated.” He snorted wryly and gave Pietro an equally wry grin. “But when are families not, right?”
Pietro had gotten bored with Lost fast, but he had read the wikipedia entries, so he guessed he saw Jensen's point there. "Dude. My family. I mean, I thought we were complicated before I met the bio dad. And bonus sister. So yeah, I feel you. Big time."
Jensen swirled the ice around in his cup and then took a sip. “Right? Jesus, why am I even complaining when you’ve had long-lost, mystery family popping out of the woodwork? That’s almost soap opera level of complicated shit right there.”
"Yyyyyeah. Wanda says I'm super dramatic but I mostly blame our soap opera life." Pietro snorted into his drink. "But you know, it's not like the fucked up family Olympics or anything. Everyone has some kind of different family drama around here."
“Very true,” Jensen agreed, nodding. “Sorry, I wasn’t saying it was. Everyone has some kind of family drama. Anyone who says they don’t is probably lying.” No one’s life was perfect, right? At least that was what he kept telling himself. “I’m just saying what the fuck am I doing complaining to you, or to Shaun. Jesus. Talk about assholes who don’t fucking deserve someone.”
"Yeah, I mean, I've seen some fucked up family things in my time, but that was off the charts." Pietro snorted and shook his head. "No worries though, I didn't mean you were trying to make it weird. I just meant, like, what you said. Drama abounds." He waved expansively. "Hearing about everyone else's drama is good, honestly. Not that I'm happy everyone's so fucked up, just that it's kinda nice knowing it's not just me and mine."
Jensen snorted, amused. “Yeah, it is.” He’d rather Shaun’s parents weren’t the giant asshats of fuckery that they were, in fact he’d give anything to change that for him, but it was nice to know that if there was such thing as the Fucked-up Family Olympics he wouldn’t be effortlessly taking home the gold.
“But, hey, we’re kids with superpowers, right?” Jensen joked with a crooked, wry grin. “Every superhero needs a good origin story.”
"Life imitates art," Pietro said with a snort that said just what he thought about that unfortunate truth. "It's amazing we don't have more horrific blow-ups around here, considering the shit that most of us seem to be dealing with full-time."
Jensen snorted as well, sardonically amused. “Literal and figurative blow-ups,” he replied like he wasn’t thinking of his own breakdown not long ago that Pietro had witnessed.
“God, fucking look at us,” Jensen laughed suddenly. “At a party and we’re standing in a corner talking teenage drama angst. We’re those guys. Don’t get me wrong, a younger teenage me is impressed I’m even here--at a party talking to someone--but wow.” He downed the last of his drink. “We should dance.”
Pietro tucked two fingers into one of Jensen's pockets--and tugged. "Best idea all night. Well, apart from the martinis. Those were a good idea, too."
“Night’s still young, dude. Give me time, I bet I can come up with even better ideas,” Jensen laughed as he let Pietro tug him out onto the dance floor.
"Don't tempt me; it's not nice." Pietro shot a grin over his shoulder, still pulling Jensen into the proper position. Okay, he was totally joking, they were both taken! ... still, he'd kinda regret that one. A little. Not really (because Remy), but still! "Dancing, on the other hand--almost as good as kicking ass."
Having zero issues with being led, Jensen let Pietro move him around into position. “Even better if you’re dancing with someone awesome,” he said with a grin. Admittedly the majority of his dancing experience was with Shaun, but that was more than enough experience for him to be sure of that statement. Dancing with Shaun was fucking amazing.
“Shaun took me dancing for my birthday,” Jensen shared. “I’d never been before. Not even to a club.”
Pietro laughed as he shifted gears to find the music, to find the world everyone else lived in. Only thing that worked for sure, right there. "Where'd you go?”
Jensen bounced along to the music. “You know? I don’t even remember the name,” he admitted with a laugh. “It was a gay club in the city. There was loud music, lots of shirtless dudes. So, you know, basically any gay club anywhere ever.” He grinned. “We went to this un-fucking-believable hotel after. It had class coming out of its ass, dude.”
“It was the best fucking birthday I’ve ever had.” It had been a night of a lot of firsts.
Maybe it was just the way Jensen said it, or maybe it was just Pietro's superdirty superspeed mind, but he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and uttering a loaded, "Oh reeeeeally?"
Laughing, Jensen rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Wow, had he been that obvious? “Hands down. No contest,” he answered. Of course, he’d never had a birthday party before, so it had set the bar pretty low, but still! “I got presents, Shaun asked me out,” he grinned, “annnnnnd the rest a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell about.” In large part because he wasn’t sure how Shaun felt about any talk about the more intimate details of their relationship. That was probably something he should ask him about.
Pietro winked and executed a little spin, swiveling his hips Bollywood style. When he got back to facing Jensen, he said, "Depends on the situation, but then, Remy's more of a gentleman than I could ever be. So I strive to deserve it." He laughed.
“I hear ya, man,” Jensen replied, laughing too. “I more play a gentleman on TV than anything. But, you’re awesome, dude. A total catch and I’d bet everything I have--which, yeah, isn’t much, but still--that Remy would agree with.” He bounced along to the music, totally White Boy dancing it and not caring.
Pietro was grinning as much at Jensen's dancing (not meanly--dude owned it!) as the conversation and general happiness. "I am a catch, aren't I? Thank you for noticing."
Laughing, Jensen replied, “Anytime, dude,” and kept dancing along to the music.
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Date: 2014-03-24 11:53 pm (UTC)