jola mprov scene.
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pop_tartsraecrivain: I love jola. write me jola!
thissugarcane: jola!
thissugarcane: hmmm
raecrivain: happy!
raecrivain:
"Are you serious, did he really say that?" Lance rolled his eyes, waving his hand around and tugging on the phone cord while Joey played solitaire on his laptop.
"No. No. Seriously no." Joey moved the six of hearts onto the seven of clubs, and raised an eyebrow. Somewhere across the country, Justin kept spazzing out.
raecrivain: oh, you are a doll. hee!
"If you think so, J. No, maybe. No, I don't. No, well, I wouldn't. It sounds like it." Lance pointed at the six of hearts and then the five of clubs, and Joey obediently moved the one on top of the other. The card underneath was a black king.
Joey heard Justin's angry voice through the phone. "Yeah. Yeah. No, yeah. If you think. Yeah. No, not at all. No, that's not the way people usually do it." Lance mouthed 'christ', and Joey patted his bare shoulder in comfort.
Justin kept spazzing out.
It was getting more and more common for Justin to call Lance, now that he was hanging out with more and more obscure people, not to mention having to deal with the code of conduct of the gay lifestyle. "No, you don't have to give him your number," Lance said, and Joey tried not to laugh.
The problem was, Justin kept calling at eight or nine west coast time, which was just about the time that Joey and Lance liked to go to bed.
"Give him Chris's pager number, then, if you don't wanna be rude," and joey looked up from the game, which was totally fucked, in alarm.
"hey, no, Lance," Joey said, "remember that time that I accidentally on purpose gave that ex of Howie's Chris's number because Howie begged me to get rid of him?"
Lance shrugged. "no, chris won't mind." Joey glared at him, and Lance rolled his eyes again. "okay, no, give him JC's two way number."
The seven of spades, no matter how hard Joey tried, would not move onto the nine of clubs. He restarted solitaire with a sigh. "JC likes sleeping with people he doesn't understand, though," Lance said into the phone, a little impatiently. "he'll thank you later."
The cards dealt. Usually they'd be kissing right now. Kissing, and maybe shuffling around under the covers a little. Old married people kissing. Joey moved the ace of diamonds.
"You thought he was cute because he had the new Jam Master Jay adidas?"
Joey took the phone out of Lance's hand. "Hey, Justin."
"Joey," he heard. "I didn't know you were over."
"Yes, you did," he said. "But, you slept with a guy because he had that pair of shoes you wanted?"
"So I'll let you and Lance go," Justin said.
"no, don't worry about it," joey answered, giving the phone back to Lance, who had a hand over his mouth to stop from letting his laughter out.
Lance took the receiver back, finally, and muttered, "why didn't you just hang up on him, man?"
Joey shrugged. "He's freaked out, come on. Give him a break."
"He's had a break," Lance said, picking the phone up again. "all week. hey, Justin. No, Joey's fine. he's fucking around on the computer. no, just solitaire."
Joey said quietly, "he's all, like. Dealing. it's kinda cute he thinks you're the best person to talk to," and Lance eyed him. "well, it is," joey mumbled. "you're cute."
Lance said into the phone, "No, you aren't obligated to call all the guys you blow and thank them, or take them out for brunch. you don't ever have to talk to them again. well, you do if they're howie, yes. Call him."
Joey closed the computer, laying back, and shoved his face into Lance's side to muffle his laughter. Lance put an arm around his neck absently, as he said to Justin, "no, don't date howie. Look, just call him and make sure y'all are friends. this isn't rocket science."
"no, you don't want to date howie," Lance repeated firmly. Joey's whole body was shaking with laughter, and tears were forming in his eyes as Lance added, "let's just say, he likes boys to be pierced. you willin'?"
Joey gasped out, "I can't believe he slept with Howie!" as Lance passed him the television remote for the tv at the foot of his bed.
"I dont' care how good he was, Justin," Lance said firmly, wincing. Joey started flipping through channels. At Lance's expression, which was almost as pained as the first time Justin asked "so, anal sex, what's up with that?" joey kissed his hip.
"you can sleep with anyone else but Howie." Joey curled up next to Lance. "no, except him, too," Lance said, "yeah, no. not him Justin. No, him either. Jesus, you have bad taste."
Joey murmured, "he needs to learn from you."
or something. andthentheyhadsextheend.
raecrivain: what!
raecrivain: aww, all right
thissugarcane: that "so, anal sex. what's up with that?" so isn't mine. I just don't remember who's it is. [I think Lucy's. uh. yes? someone tell me. :) ]
thissugarcane: jola!
thissugarcane: hmmm
raecrivain: happy!
raecrivain:
"Are you serious, did he really say that?" Lance rolled his eyes, waving his hand around and tugging on the phone cord while Joey played solitaire on his laptop.
"No. No. Seriously no." Joey moved the six of hearts onto the seven of clubs, and raised an eyebrow. Somewhere across the country, Justin kept spazzing out.
raecrivain: oh, you are a doll. hee!
"If you think so, J. No, maybe. No, I don't. No, well, I wouldn't. It sounds like it." Lance pointed at the six of hearts and then the five of clubs, and Joey obediently moved the one on top of the other. The card underneath was a black king.
Joey heard Justin's angry voice through the phone. "Yeah. Yeah. No, yeah. If you think. Yeah. No, not at all. No, that's not the way people usually do it." Lance mouthed 'christ', and Joey patted his bare shoulder in comfort.
Justin kept spazzing out.
It was getting more and more common for Justin to call Lance, now that he was hanging out with more and more obscure people, not to mention having to deal with the code of conduct of the gay lifestyle. "No, you don't have to give him your number," Lance said, and Joey tried not to laugh.
The problem was, Justin kept calling at eight or nine west coast time, which was just about the time that Joey and Lance liked to go to bed.
"Give him Chris's pager number, then, if you don't wanna be rude," and joey looked up from the game, which was totally fucked, in alarm.
"hey, no, Lance," Joey said, "remember that time that I accidentally on purpose gave that ex of Howie's Chris's number because Howie begged me to get rid of him?"
Lance shrugged. "no, chris won't mind." Joey glared at him, and Lance rolled his eyes again. "okay, no, give him JC's two way number."
The seven of spades, no matter how hard Joey tried, would not move onto the nine of clubs. He restarted solitaire with a sigh. "JC likes sleeping with people he doesn't understand, though," Lance said into the phone, a little impatiently. "he'll thank you later."
The cards dealt. Usually they'd be kissing right now. Kissing, and maybe shuffling around under the covers a little. Old married people kissing. Joey moved the ace of diamonds.
"You thought he was cute because he had the new Jam Master Jay adidas?"
Joey took the phone out of Lance's hand. "Hey, Justin."
"Joey," he heard. "I didn't know you were over."
"Yes, you did," he said. "But, you slept with a guy because he had that pair of shoes you wanted?"
"So I'll let you and Lance go," Justin said.
"no, don't worry about it," joey answered, giving the phone back to Lance, who had a hand over his mouth to stop from letting his laughter out.
Lance took the receiver back, finally, and muttered, "why didn't you just hang up on him, man?"
Joey shrugged. "He's freaked out, come on. Give him a break."
"He's had a break," Lance said, picking the phone up again. "all week. hey, Justin. No, Joey's fine. he's fucking around on the computer. no, just solitaire."
Joey said quietly, "he's all, like. Dealing. it's kinda cute he thinks you're the best person to talk to," and Lance eyed him. "well, it is," joey mumbled. "you're cute."
Lance said into the phone, "No, you aren't obligated to call all the guys you blow and thank them, or take them out for brunch. you don't ever have to talk to them again. well, you do if they're howie, yes. Call him."
Joey closed the computer, laying back, and shoved his face into Lance's side to muffle his laughter. Lance put an arm around his neck absently, as he said to Justin, "no, don't date howie. Look, just call him and make sure y'all are friends. this isn't rocket science."
"no, you don't want to date howie," Lance repeated firmly. Joey's whole body was shaking with laughter, and tears were forming in his eyes as Lance added, "let's just say, he likes boys to be pierced. you willin'?"
Joey gasped out, "I can't believe he slept with Howie!" as Lance passed him the television remote for the tv at the foot of his bed.
"I dont' care how good he was, Justin," Lance said firmly, wincing. Joey started flipping through channels. At Lance's expression, which was almost as pained as the first time Justin asked "so, anal sex, what's up with that?" joey kissed his hip.
"you can sleep with anyone else but Howie." Joey curled up next to Lance. "no, except him, too," Lance said, "yeah, no. not him Justin. No, him either. Jesus, you have bad taste."
Joey murmured, "he needs to learn from you."
or something. andthentheyhadsextheend.
raecrivain: what!
raecrivain: aww, all right
thissugarcane: that "so, anal sex. what's up with that?" so isn't mine. I just don't remember who's it is. [I think Lucy's. uh. yes? someone tell me. :) ]
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Date: 2003-01-27 05:33 am (UTC)I love your Justin. *hugs your Justin tight*