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Jack Vincent ([personal profile] 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.
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[personal profile] mynameiscassie 2016-06-07 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm embarrassed to admit that when Jack offered, I jumped at the chance. I was mostly over my weird crush on him. Instead, it just felt really good to have a no pressure, no saving the world sort of friend to spend time with. I had no idea what to wear, and shyly texted him asking for advice. I didn't really have many clothes. Rachel had always hated that about me. I dressed practically, not prettily, and I hated shopping, so I had only two or three different outfits to get me by.

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.