Jack Vincent (
rockabillyboy) wrote2016-06-06 08:25 pm
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He's at kind of a loose end. Poison's spending so quality time with Dee, which Jack totally gets. They've got rehearsal and then they're going to get food and watch a movie and Jack is making himself scarce. He gets to be Poison's boyfriend, one-hundred percent, and that means he can step away without feeling like he's being side-lined.
Kavinsky's busy, so he texts Cassie.
Dinner? My treat. Somewhere nice.
An hour later, he's standing outside Cassie's building, wearing a shirt and loosely knotted tie, a waistcoat, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's made an effort. He likes Cassie. Being friends is worth it.
Kavinsky's busy, so he texts Cassie.
Dinner? My treat. Somewhere nice.
An hour later, he's standing outside Cassie's building, wearing a shirt and loosely knotted tie, a waistcoat, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's made an effort. He likes Cassie. Being friends is worth it.
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I ended up meeting him on the stoop, wearing jeans that actually sort of fit me, with work boots that were low enough that I didn't look like a construction worker, and a kind of cute purple top that had some tiny pleats around the collar and sleeves. It made me look just a little bit girly, at least, which was good, because I didn't wear makeup, or do anything special with my short hair, and I didn't have jewelry.
And it was too hot for my morphing suit, so I hoped I didn't get shot again.
I stuffed my key into my pocket as I stepped off the stoop.
"Hi," I said. Wow. He looked really good. "I feel like I should be wearing a dress," I admitted with a laugh.
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