Jason's Jest
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Prompt..a remix..original prompt was prejudice and homemade, and was written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bluegerl
Warnings:none
Word count :1065
A/N My goal was to change the original story, which was quite fun, as little as possible, to stay true to the prompt and yet for it to be as different an ending as possible. My apologies to Blue of course.
He'd always liked 'em slim, but with wide shoulders all chav like, blonde hair hanging down. He would have liked real blonde but it seemed like that just wasn't up and about these days. Could dye the hair about the other bits too and not put a bloke offa his stride at all. Jason know how to smooth his hand over his own softly waving hair as though it were an invitation for others to do the same. And he had practised his smile from watching all those vampire movies. Not the kind where they act like eurotrash Elvis, but the kind that made everyone ready to jump on. Just a wee, tiny bit of tongue licking around the lips as though as in anticipation. He slid off the bar stool, smoothing his jeans down on his thighs, and lifting up the belt, making sure the girl was aware of his hands. Big joke that, him and his big blokish hands, although he kept 'em nice, clean nails and all that.
His chest filled the tight pale blue tee-shirt, showing his well-developed pectoral muscles clenching and releasing like a lover as he made his way across the floor. Because it was deliberately a size too small, the shirt clung to his body like a right proper cotton prophylactic,disappearing into the low-slung top of his jeans with their perpetual hint of almost a bulge showing.
Jason Streeter was an admirer of himself. He needed others to admire him too, as his life was not exactly as beautiful as was he. Jason came from a broken home, where drink was the focus of his old Mam's life, and the drugs for his sister's; 'that's why she were out now, doing the streets.' He tried to keep himself away from that stuff. He really did, so when he picked up someone for his one addiction, which was self-pleasing sex, he always made sure there was no way they'd find themselves back at that filthy little council estate, picking their way round the dismantled cars, through the litter and patches of sick, or worse, on the Rec. He remembered when the Rec was a place you could sit in the warm days, read a book, or chat with your mates, and the grass was always soft and clean. 'That were quite a few year ago now... um hell - summat like abart, bleedin' heck... eighteen, nineteen year now.'
The 'bird' he had his eye on was with two other girls. He'd an eye for the right sort, he did. All giggling and drinking what looked liked those fancy cocktails. 'Red Star Seekers, or sommat'
He sauntered over, one thumb latched into a belt loop. The girls' heads drew closer, while the sniggering grew louder. This was going to be easier than he thought.
The blonde looked up and said "Hi, guy, wotcher snoopin' for?"
"Jes' wondered if you pretty girls wanta drink or..." he hesitated deliberately, wiping his pink tongue over his bottom lip, "or somethink a bit more interesting, like?" One blushed just a bit, which worried him, but the other two were nigh on perfect, they were.
"Wot? Us? We're busy thanks, we don't want pickin' up tonight."
"Not picking you up, just thought you mighta liked a bit of a night out, mebbe?Snack or snog, you know?"
"Wot? All three of us, you sure you could handle three of us?" She fell into a shrieking huddle with the two dark-haired girls. “
Jason smiled. "Sure, why not, there'll be some more fellas at the Club for sure... I know a couple who'd be glad of your... er.. company, tonight."
Blondey took out her lipstick and peered at herself in the mirror behind the bar. Applied the ferocious scarlet over the already clearly red mouth, pouted, pushed her lips, then smiled as she stroked her hand, still holding the lipstick, down the long strands of her almost white hair. She ended with the hand sliding over her breast, partially hidden under purple clinging nylon. The hand poked the lipstick back into a small sequined purse. Jason swiviled his hips just a tad, knowing that some sort of admiration was called for.
She swung around on her stool, one long leg reaching for the floor in its platform-soled shin-smasher. She stuck her tits out at Jason, who saw several blokes pulling closer to the bar to hide the sudden surge in their jeans; smiling at him with the most promising smile he had seen in weeks. 'Coorrrr, this'll be really sommat else, she's hot this one!' Jason edged closer, and stuck his hips forward. He smiled encouragingly at the blonde, ignoring the two dark-haired girls who were watching avidly.
"Well then, you coming wi' me, it's not far, but I'll even getcha taxi if you can't walk in them shoes? Ok lass? Me name's Jase, by the way, Jason. What's yours?"
"Oh, well, Jase. Jason, its rather like this..." The scarlet mouth widened into a very upcurling smile, becoming a gorgeously cock-stirring gurgling laugh,
"You see, we're rather prejudiced, us three. We're not really into old men, or even young men, or boys. You see, Jase, Jason, we're all gay, we're lovely Lesbians, and we're quite happy, thank you. You wouldn't like to come with us, I suppose, to our Club, it's open to guests?" Laughing, she slipped from the stool; the tallest girl, with short-cut dark hair wearing black tailored trousers, placed her arm possessively around Blondey's shoulders. The other girl giggled, smiled prettily up at Jason, then put her arm around Blondey's waist.
Jason stood, watching them as they collectively tottered from the bar. His thirty-eight year old face was a controlled effort to be calm, his throat working in distress from the stifled sounds . He could hear a deep chortle from the barman as he collected three empty 'Red Star Seeking' cocktail glasses.
Jason stumbled back to his mates. Once again his reputation was intact as the aging chav who always bit off more than he could handle. He was proud of himself for his handmade misreputation. It was all in picking the ones he knew were not interested. And after the boyos from work left, he had seen a bloke with blonde hair who had looked his way once or three. Yes, it could end up a barmy but wonderful evening after all.
brigits_flamePrompt..a remix..original prompt was prejudice and homemade, and was written by
bluegerlWarnings:none
Word count :1065
A/N My goal was to change the original story, which was quite fun, as little as possible, to stay true to the prompt and yet for it to be as different an ending as possible. My apologies to Blue of course.
He'd always liked 'em slim, but with wide shoulders all chav like, blonde hair hanging down. He would have liked real blonde but it seemed like that just wasn't up and about these days. Could dye the hair about the other bits too and not put a bloke offa his stride at all. Jason know how to smooth his hand over his own softly waving hair as though it were an invitation for others to do the same. And he had practised his smile from watching all those vampire movies. Not the kind where they act like eurotrash Elvis, but the kind that made everyone ready to jump on. Just a wee, tiny bit of tongue licking around the lips as though as in anticipation. He slid off the bar stool, smoothing his jeans down on his thighs, and lifting up the belt, making sure the girl was aware of his hands. Big joke that, him and his big blokish hands, although he kept 'em nice, clean nails and all that.
His chest filled the tight pale blue tee-shirt, showing his well-developed pectoral muscles clenching and releasing like a lover as he made his way across the floor. Because it was deliberately a size too small, the shirt clung to his body like a right proper cotton prophylactic,disappearing into the low-slung top of his jeans with their perpetual hint of almost a bulge showing.
Jason Streeter was an admirer of himself. He needed others to admire him too, as his life was not exactly as beautiful as was he. Jason came from a broken home, where drink was the focus of his old Mam's life, and the drugs for his sister's; 'that's why she were out now, doing the streets.' He tried to keep himself away from that stuff. He really did, so when he picked up someone for his one addiction, which was self-pleasing sex, he always made sure there was no way they'd find themselves back at that filthy little council estate, picking their way round the dismantled cars, through the litter and patches of sick, or worse, on the Rec. He remembered when the Rec was a place you could sit in the warm days, read a book, or chat with your mates, and the grass was always soft and clean. 'That were quite a few year ago now... um hell - summat like abart, bleedin' heck... eighteen, nineteen year now.'
The 'bird' he had his eye on was with two other girls. He'd an eye for the right sort, he did. All giggling and drinking what looked liked those fancy cocktails. 'Red Star Seekers, or sommat'
He sauntered over, one thumb latched into a belt loop. The girls' heads drew closer, while the sniggering grew louder. This was going to be easier than he thought.
The blonde looked up and said "Hi, guy, wotcher snoopin' for?"
"Jes' wondered if you pretty girls wanta drink or..." he hesitated deliberately, wiping his pink tongue over his bottom lip, "or somethink a bit more interesting, like?" One blushed just a bit, which worried him, but the other two were nigh on perfect, they were.
"Wot? Us? We're busy thanks, we don't want pickin' up tonight."
"Not picking you up, just thought you mighta liked a bit of a night out, mebbe?Snack or snog, you know?"
"Wot? All three of us, you sure you could handle three of us?" She fell into a shrieking huddle with the two dark-haired girls. “
Jason smiled. "Sure, why not, there'll be some more fellas at the Club for sure... I know a couple who'd be glad of your... er.. company, tonight."
Blondey took out her lipstick and peered at herself in the mirror behind the bar. Applied the ferocious scarlet over the already clearly red mouth, pouted, pushed her lips, then smiled as she stroked her hand, still holding the lipstick, down the long strands of her almost white hair. She ended with the hand sliding over her breast, partially hidden under purple clinging nylon. The hand poked the lipstick back into a small sequined purse. Jason swiviled his hips just a tad, knowing that some sort of admiration was called for.
She swung around on her stool, one long leg reaching for the floor in its platform-soled shin-smasher. She stuck her tits out at Jason, who saw several blokes pulling closer to the bar to hide the sudden surge in their jeans; smiling at him with the most promising smile he had seen in weeks. 'Coorrrr, this'll be really sommat else, she's hot this one!' Jason edged closer, and stuck his hips forward. He smiled encouragingly at the blonde, ignoring the two dark-haired girls who were watching avidly.
"Well then, you coming wi' me, it's not far, but I'll even getcha taxi if you can't walk in them shoes? Ok lass? Me name's Jase, by the way, Jason. What's yours?"
"Oh, well, Jase. Jason, its rather like this..." The scarlet mouth widened into a very upcurling smile, becoming a gorgeously cock-stirring gurgling laugh,
"You see, we're rather prejudiced, us three. We're not really into old men, or even young men, or boys. You see, Jase, Jason, we're all gay, we're lovely Lesbians, and we're quite happy, thank you. You wouldn't like to come with us, I suppose, to our Club, it's open to guests?" Laughing, she slipped from the stool; the tallest girl, with short-cut dark hair wearing black tailored trousers, placed her arm possessively around Blondey's shoulders. The other girl giggled, smiled prettily up at Jason, then put her arm around Blondey's waist.
Jason stood, watching them as they collectively tottered from the bar. His thirty-eight year old face was a controlled effort to be calm, his throat working in distress from the stifled sounds . He could hear a deep chortle from the barman as he collected three empty 'Red Star Seeking' cocktail glasses.
Jason stumbled back to his mates. Once again his reputation was intact as the aging chav who always bit off more than he could handle. He was proud of himself for his handmade misreputation. It was all in picking the ones he knew were not interested. And after the boyos from work left, he had seen a bloke with blonde hair who had looked his way once or three. Yes, it could end up a barmy but wonderful evening after all.
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:05 pm (UTC)What with Pippa completely demolishing the lad, and you restoring his alter ego... Hope he finds the blonde guy and has a zip ripping time instead.
Oh gosh this is such FUN! Oh my goodness.
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