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 Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 1:17 am
Hitch was late. Or Jarias was ******** early as ********. She scanned the usually meet up spot, a lowkey small bar in the middle of downtown that well...seen better days and people. But she was fond of the strong drinks and the casual games of pool. Something she did while she waited for the d**k she was suppose to be meeting here.
All of this was said fondly, because she truly enjoyed Hitch's company. He was like that really fun guy that people often ignored because he spoke his mind. Jarias liked to s**t talk to him too, cause the dude had a shitty job to talk about, and so did she.
Plus it made it easier to turn down guys at the bar when she was with one, even though it ruined her chances to hook up with one of the few pretty barflies. She racked some balls for a couple of college brats slumming, She feigned not knowing how to play, then offered a bet to be placed. Poor bastards didn't even know what was coming.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 3:19 am
It was a deadly combo; Hitch was late, and Jarias was early. A ******** shitshow if there ever was one.
Still, he did finally make it, bustling in through the door with his hair still half-tied back from work, the rest hanging in loose, messy locks around his face and neck, a sheen of sweat clinging to his lightly freckled skin form rapid-fire cleaning at work and the slight jog he'd taken to get here. Hitch was practically wheezing, but none of this discouraged him from taking a long drag of the cigarette that was dangling from the corner of his lips, eyes skimming the room for his 'date' for the night.
And there she ******** was, scamming college idiots at pool. ******** morons. He could see right through that s**t, and he'd never seen a day out of eleventh grade. Before he sauntered over, Hitch made it a point to whip out his phone and send Tolliver a quick text ('meetin jari now 4 drinx ill c u soon love u'). Satisfied, he made his way over, hands tucked into his pockets, and just watched, brow arched and a bemused smile on his lips as he tapped an idle beat on his leg.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 9:37 pm
She made a small sound of faked distress as another one of the kids balls sunk in. She had, the perfect set up now.
And as luck would have it too, Hitch had finally arrived. She sent him a saucy wink when he joined them. "My friend has arrived boys, so-" She nailed each back into each pocket she claimed, all the way up to the eight ball and then casually leaned on the table.
The drop of the ball was made at the same time as she pulled the money that was laid on the table.
"Thanks for the drinks tonight boys." She winked as they stared in awe at her and then came over to the shortie short friend of hers. "Wanna play Hitch? I'll double up and maybe give you a handicap."
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2015 3:13 am
Hitch didn't even bother to hide a smirk as Jarias went ahead and put the morons in their place. One of them glared at him, earning a rather cheerful flip of his middle finger as he was led off by his friends - 'not worth it' - coward's way of saying the loser couldn't fight for s**t, least in Hitch's experience.
Still, though - did she have to be so goddamn tall all the time? Clearing his throat, he went ahead and leaned against the pool table, as if that did anything to help make it seem less like she was either an amazon or he was just ******** short as ******** - both of which were a little annoyingly true. "I don't need your pity plays, " he snorted, flashing her a lopsided smile. "How 'bout this though - you lose, you buy me a drink - you win - you ********' buy me a drink - you in?"
He chuckled and toyed with the green felt at the edge of the table, looking away for a minute. "So, uh. How's s**t?" Thank god she got him when he talked; he didn't have to try and fancy it up for her any more than he did for Tolliver.
Speaking of - Hitch had a delightfully fresh bruise on his neck, right around his adam's apple.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 11:48 am
It didn't make him seem any less shorter then herself. She was, after all, an amazon height alone.
"No, you don't need the money? You don't wanna try to clean my clock? I got some time to spare friend, I can attempt to lose if you want anyways. But I ain't gonna let you take the money." She laughed at his bet and then shook on it anyways. "Okay, but only cause I won already. I was gonna buy you a drink but now we bettin' on it. If I win though, You drink whatever s**t to balls drink they make for you." She racked up the pool balls.
"s**t's good. I guess. Got a couple bouncer jobs lined up, so that's good. Making rent. I think I got punched once in the face this week." The 'punch' in question was covered by her makeup. But it wasn't from the bouncer jig...just being a knight and all.
Speaking of bruises though.
"You let a dumb broad leave a mark Hitch?" She reached over and pulled his shirt collar down. "You must really like this one."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 1:55 pm
Subconsciously, Hitch flinched a little at the mention of money because of ******** course he needed it, but he wasn't about the say it. But pride wouldn't let him take on a game where he knew someone was taking it easy on purpose, even if that person was Jarias. "Course I wanna clean your ********' clock, but I don't need you to pull any punches for that, " he rumbled, keeping the familiar, easy smirk in place. Then snickered, because that was easier, much easier: "Fine, whatever the ******** they make me, I'll ********' down it - so what the ******** do I get if I win then, huh?"
His brow arched, head tilted to a side. "Well, that's great an' all - you think once? Jesus ********' christ, how hard they hit you Jari, huh?"
The comment though, coupled with her tugging his shirt down to get a good look at one of Tolliver's little marks, made him turn a bit red. He idly toyed with the back of his piercing with his tongue, fidgeting and tapping his hand lightly against his thigh. "It's, uh, " and he knew what Jarias was like, so ******** if she'd get on his case about it, just - he'd said he didn't really care if anyone knew, but he hadn't really had anyone to tell and now - ******** hell. "It - he's not a - "
The red deepened and he cleared his throat roughly. "I got a ********' boyfriend." There, done, all over, like ripping a goddamn band-aid off.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 11:52 am
She liked watching his face. It was his tell. He made all this angry eyebrows and lip pulls when he was contemplating things that made him upset. Like her offer of money. She knew his jobs sucked a**, hers did too. If he really worked for it, he could have the money she hustled off of rich kids. Let's be honest, no skin off her back.
"You get free ******** drinks Hitch." She laughed, "As I see it, the only benefit I get is watching you get plastered and then carrying your pansy a** home." She reached over and pat it. She usually didn't, but it was hilarious to make him all angry. Like a cat in water.
Oh s**t though, he was blushing. BLUSHING. Be still her heart.
"Hitch." She fanned herself, "A non virgin blushing makes me all hot and bothered-" His confession though stopped her and she tilted her head. She was gay, she was so gay that the idea of sleeping with a man was so mundane and gross that it was just that way. She liked being friends, hanging out but sleeping with one held no appeal. She had known this since 6th grade of highschool.
"No wonder the girls you picked out were only 5's." She smiled, leaning back. "You had s**t taste, but I didn't wanna judge." She waited, "What's he like, friend?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 8:29 am
Hitch gave a dry snicker, stretching out his arms before him, trying to shake some of the lingering stiffness of standing in front of a goddamn meat slicer at the deli for hours. "I guess you're right about that - hey!" He snarled indignantly, hopping a couple of feet to the side and putting on his face '******** you up' face - even if he knew she was just messing around, and really, so was he. "Save that s**t for when I'm drunk already!"
If he'd known how obvious he could be to some people, Hitch probably would've taken so much more effort to try and hide it - no amount of effort really would've changed him though. He was just naturally an expressive man, whether he wanted to be or not.
Then, well, that happened. Hitch rubbed his arm after he confessed the truth to her, not like he expected her to fling a bible or anything crazy at him - but then he made a face, scowling, "Those were so not ********' 5's are you ********' kiddin' me?" And why he was even defending his choice in women when he was finally admitting he wasn't ******** interested in them in the first place, well... it was a pride thing okay?! "s**t taste my a**."
Then, though - then he grinned, tentatively, at the opening to talk about Tolliver. Something else he hadn't really gotten to do with anyone - no one worth telling. "Ginger. Super English. Freckles. Cute as hell. - an' - ******** this sounds lame as s**t, but, " he exhaled, fondly. "He gets me, I guess. An' I get him too, I think. I, uh, " he shrugged his shoulders a little lamely, because really, describing him through words just wasn't good enough. None did him any justice. "I think it's - it's like - he just makes me happy, an' I think I needed that."
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 10:50 pm
Seriously, like a cat...in water.
"Yeah yeah yeah." She grinned, "When you're drunk. I'll be carrying you home bridal style. Oh man, That excites me..." Anything to gloat over the man! He was the best to tease and mess with!
"No, I am totally not ******** kidding." She laughed again, as she cocked her hip and order their favorite drinks. Might as well right? She wanted to celebrate, Hitch was well...hitched. Almost.
"Maybe on the low sevens, sometimes." She made a whistling sound. "We've all been there Hitch, them average beauties are just as good." She was watching him carefully now. He seemed still a bit edgy about coming out of the closet. It was okay, some people were not quite used to the change it brought. Or for the matter of fact, the new person it made them seem.
"Nothing sounds lame Hitch." She answered truthfully, she sometimes wondered if she'd ever find the right girl and settle down. But then she remembered she was never satisfied with one, and it was her own problem. "Oh s**t. Freckles." She sighed happily. "What a ******** cutie you are Hitch." She smiled, "Nothing wrong with getting hitched! I am hella happy for you. You do deserve it."
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 12:34 am
"You get off on some weird a** s**t Jari, " he snorted, playing the grump so ******** easily, but trying to hide a slight smile. She knew his favorite drink was bourbon, now; she wouldn't have known it was Tolliver that introduced him to the stuff.
He groaned and fiddled with his piercing away, shooting her a look. "I was at least in the 8's man." No he wasn't, don't even listen to him; he had sex to prove a point, not exactly to get off. It wasn't even that coming out to her was really hard, because he knew her and her preferenes real ******** well by now. It was just the act itself, the process of saying it, because saying it out loud to someone else made it more real - and it was another betrayal to his mother's memory.
"Cute?" He crunched up his face and seemed to make an try point by shoving a cigarette between his lips. "******** you. I ain't ********' cute what are you even - but, yeah. Freckles. So many freckles." So sue him alright, he really ******** love those freckles.
Still, though, she said it so nicely and he couldn't help smiling - he knew she'd probably take it well but you never knew with people. "Thanks, I - " Quickly though, his face and twisted, scowling as he asked, "You - how long have you been sittin' on that ********' pun for?" Hitched. Funny.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 8:48 pm
"Low sevens." She rose a eyebrow. "high sixes. Don't worry, your s**t taste is better fixated on better things! Am I ever gonna meet the cutie in your life?" The drinks came, and she was busy sipping on hers, before setting it down and leaning over the pool table.
The crack of the balls mellowed out and sadly, none of the ones she wanted went in. Her aim was the solid balls...they were easier to see.
"Cute." She grinned and waited for him to take his turn. "You are ******** adorable Hitch. You got this gruff, ******** you attitude but you know..." She laughed.
"For like 5 minutes man. You made it reaaaaaaaaaaaaal ******** easy."
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 6:45 am
"Low sevens my a**, " Hitch grunted and held his nose up into the air a little - like that really made a bit of ******** difference but whatever. He didn't exactly get a chance to sulk for very long, though; it was harder to be sullen and cranky and spitting like a half-drowned cat when it was Tolliver he was talking about. "'Course! Any time you ********' want - I mean, when our schedules match up or whatever - "
The joy of trying to find shared time when they both worked as much as they did. They made it work, though, and Tolliver was the easy part in this whole equation. The drink was something gladly accepted, a great way to take an edge off his day.
Being called cute for a second ******** time was a ******** fantastic way ot drawing a new edge, nice and rigid. He grunted and flipped her off with both hands before storming up to grab a stick - "Your face makes it real ********' easy, " he spat (or tried to), and he went for a shot that made the balls bounce around real good but ultimately did him no favors.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 12:03 pm
She loved his little snob turn of the nose. It was hella cute with all those freckles of his own. Oh hitch...she hated to break your heart and till you the honest truth. Sometimes the truth hurt, she knew that.
""That'd be great. I want to see these freckles for myself." Jarias watched Hitch carefully, before sipping. They had always been a pair of bachelors on the town, and now he was serious.
She wondered if that made her terrible?
"It does, doesn't it." She laughed again, taking a longer swig. "My face is what gets me the hot chicks and dicks. Though the dicks I ain't into. Moneymaker." She waved her hand over her face.
"What a nice break for me Darling!" She waited a moment, aligning balls where she wanted them to go. Settling on the color scheme, she chose solids for this round. In case Hitch thought she might make it easy. "Red, left pocket." Her call was true, and the red ball sank. It was followed by purple and green before she barely missed with the blue. "Your turn!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 6:45 am
"I could make dinner some night or somethin'? I mean at our place?" Obviously. Where else would they do it? - and he knew for whatever reason Jarias didn't totally hate the s**t he cooked, and that went double for Tolliver, so.
And okay, it was also a lot cheaper than eating out. But it'd also kind of force Tolliver and her to interact while he was busying himself with the food, and Jarias hadn't really been to his - now their - place yet anyway, so hey. Seemed like a win-win-win if she was feeling it.
He rolled of his eyes and a vague gagging motion. Logan Hitchcock; what a charmer he was, right? "Somethin' maker alright, " he grumbled with a hint of a fond smile. Although it was true that her face got her plenty of attention whenever they went on.
(Course, he was convinced that any tail he'd gotten back when he'd been aiming for women was by association, not because he was worth looking at - just like he was convinced anyone watching now was either watching the game or watching her.)
"b***h, " he grunted irritably (not really) before stepping up to take his turn... where he sank nothing, and that time, the irritation was less faked as he snorted, resisting the urge to smack something with the cue. "Son of a ********' b***h."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 9:57 pm
"Oh yeah?" Jarias leaned on the table and looked at him. She wouldn't turn down free food. Ever. Something made her eyes widen though. "Our place?" She repeated back to him. She hadn't talked to him, but it wasn't...that long was it? "Not moving too fast?"
She didn't want to say she was worried, but at the same time, she had never found someone to be so committed too. Not yet at least.
"Baby maker, you know." She laughed, "Never could get past your freckles though." She complimented him though, because she knew Hitch had a complex.
"Is that how you play with the balls, Hitch?" She whistled innocently. "I thought you handled them well now?" Oh god, was she terrible?
"And, blue corner..." She stopped, "Right pocket again." Blue sank with a thud, yellow...orange. She only had two more left and she didn't really want to whoop him. She liked winning, but only after his slow demise. She missed for him on purpose.
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