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"Glamorous" [[ played 2x ]]
"An’ you know what th’ craziest thing was, babe? My mom’s was th’ one that told me that if I ain’t got no money, need t’ take my broke ass home.” The squint on Jack’s face has as much to do with the takeout menu he’s trying to read in the dim light of Bro’s living room as it does with the recollection of the memory — no I don’t need to turn on th’ goddamn light, I can see jus’ fine, ya shades wearin’ dick. After discovering that tilting the menu sideways, in the direction of the far lamp does not increase visibility, Jack gave up, tossed the menu behind the couch and stretched out across Bro’s lap, heels crossed on the couch cushion just on the other side of the taller man’s legs.
Draco quietly grins when Jack finally throws in the towel, before placing their order online in all of two minutes. He knew the order by heart, as well as Bro’s credit card number and information, as he himself couldn’t pay for anything nowadays. He crossed his arms ruefully and gazed just past he television, hoping that neither Bro nor Jack would acknowledge the change in his mood. He didn’t want to be coddled today; if anything, he was essentially broke. He should be the one taking his broke ass home. …Was he home?
"I am changing the channel when this program ends," Anticipating that Jack’s frustration might very well manifest in stretching out and grumbly movement, he elected to sit in the armchair closest to Bro’s side, but far beyond the danger of anyone else’s feet touching him. Altogether a win-win situation.
"Jesus, whatever. But, Bro, you know what th’ real fuckin’ kicker was? She gonna tell me t’ take my broke ass home right ‘fore she kicked me out."