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"I can understand her not really wanting to be friends with me," he says. "I'm screwing her dad and I'm not her other dad. It's got to suck."

"Well it sucks for me when you two aren't getting along." He knows he should probably take that up with Dee, though. He adds it to the mental to-do list. He holds Jack's hand on their way out of the building.

"I'm trying," says Jack, squeezing Poison's hand as they walk. "I think she's pretty cool."

"She's awesome," he sighs. "Just wish she'd see that about you." Or maybe notice that Poison's just... happy with Jack. Really, really happy. He flaps his hand a bit. "Not gonna worry about that just this second. It's a nice day, I look fucking hot, and you're awesome. That's all that matters right this second."

"You don't think that kind of hotness is wasted on burgers and milkshakes?" Says Jack, eyebrow raised. "Because I'm pretty sure I've never seen anyone look that hot in real life."

Poison rolls his eyes. "I'm not going to stop being hungry just because I'm hot," he insists. Then he looks up at Jack and bites his lip with a coy grin. "Maybe you can do something naughty to me in the bathroom. Maybe."

"God. Don't bite your lip like that when we're in public." He huffs a laugh. "I just want to do unspeakable things to you."

He breaks into a big grin. "What kind of unspeakable things?"

"You know exactly what kind of unspeakable things," says Jack, his eyes darting down to bare skin between boots and the hem of Poison's skirt.

"I kinda wanna hear 'em though." He grins. There's a lot of skin for Jack to see.

"Of course you do," says Jack, blushing a little, pushing his free hand back through his damp hair.

"Ugh, you're a tease, Jack Vincent," he sulks. He bumps his hip against Jack's hip, grinning as he pulls him toward the little soda shop/ice cream place.

"Look. I can't help it if I'm currently obsessed with bending you over and seeing what you've got on under that skirt," says Jack, grinning. "But first we're having lunch."

Poison shivers. "First we're having lunch," he agrees, stopping to pull the door open for them. "Then we can negotiate."

"Or," says Jack, eyebrow raised, as he pushes the door open and holds it for Poison, "You could sit on the same side of the table as me and let me cop a feel. Just saying."

Poison can't help the way he bites his lip again, just for a second. "Oh I'm so down with this idea." He scoots right into the place to find them a good booth or something.

Jack had had a feeling that that reaction was going to go down well. He laughs, following Poison into the diner, and, yeah, his eyes are on his ass.

Poison grins at him as he slides into a seat, then pats the bench next to him.

Then he laughs and grabs one of the menus already waiting on the table.

Jack slides in next to him. He doesn't reach for a menu; this place has two vegetarian options and he already knows which one he's going to get.

"What're you craving, baby?"

"I dunno," he sulks. "I forgot my gum 'cause I don't have pockets right now." He carried some around to help get rid of the taste of meat after eating. "I mean, I could probably just wash my mouth out in the bathroom, huh?"

"I've got gum," says Jack, rolling his eyes, his hand skimming Poison's bare thigh under the table. "Get whatever you want."

"Oh good. Prooobably a burger then, and a milkshake, because that sounds awesome." He's hyper aware of where Jack's fingers were touching skin.

"The bean burger here is awesome," he says. "And I'm getting sweet potato fries. And yeah, absolutely a milkshake."

"See, I swear I saw a portabella one too that sounded super good. But I need protein," he pouts. "If I'm gonna keep up with you."

"Gotta keep your stamina up, man," says Jack, grinning. "I really need to get you out running with me."