[Of course it's a terrible idea. All of Jake's ideas are terrible. You know who got the brains in this triplet? Not Jake. And the one who did get the brains don't always have the best ideas either.
And Bucky shouldn't rise to the challenge - or stoop to that level. Especially if Jake is purposefully or inadvertently going to do something that digs hard into old traumas.]
[At least his taste in rooms isn't bad -- he's not in some rundown place that looks like it might have a murder or two committed weekly. There's a plush bed and some bottles of booze and pills set around, clothes that might still have a little blood from his last job strewn over a nearby chair.
He was even thoughtful enough to have some lube and a condom laid out by the bed -- in case it actually gets that far. You know.]
Did you just call me 'puppy'? [He is in fact a big, aggressive wolf. Although he does take one look at the bedside table and makes a very unwolfy noise, scoffing and wrinkling his nose. It doesn't smell like cheap perfume or sex in here so whoever Jake brought in here before must have left at least an hour ago.]
Impress me and I'll give you something... manlier, y'know? [But right now, he looks very much like a puppy in his opinion. He comes up a bit closer, scoffing at the response.]
Who says anyone else was here? Just getting stuff ready for us, maybe.
What do you want me to do, backflips and roll over, chew on your shoes? [That's not happening. And whatever Jake had been preparing for is definitely not happening.]
[Bucky grabs the cereal box and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, holding Toucan Sam in his metal hand and shaking the box a couple times, not really sure what to expect.]
Yeah I'll have a beer. Does he um, come to life or start talking or what?
[Or was he supposed to throw a punch for the Fruit Loops comment? He's probably heard worse in his life...
Either way, he grabs a beer for Bucky, whiskey for himself.]
... What? [He gives a look, then he gives Toucan Sam the stinkeye. Really? That's where they're going with this?] ... That's not Khonshu! That's Marc's terrible fucking diet and cheating on Steven's vegan slop.
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And we're not the same.
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[Bucky might be laughing but he probably wouldn't be if he knew what Jake really wanted to do to him.]
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[Which can be taken as a promise or a threat. You know. One or the other.]
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Too worried about Steven or Marc stepping in.
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Name your time and place.
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I'll send you the room I'm at. Don't want to mess Steven's flat up... just gives me more laundry.
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And Bucky shouldn't rise to the challenge - or stoop to that level. Especially if Jake is purposefully or inadvertently going to do something that digs hard into old traumas.]
I'll be there
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[At least his taste in rooms isn't bad -- he's not in some rundown place that looks like it might have a murder or two committed weekly. There's a plush bed and some bottles of booze and pills set around, clothes that might still have a little blood from his last job strewn over a nearby chair.
He was even thoughtful enough to have some lube and a condom laid out by the bed -- in case it actually gets that far. You know.]
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Hope you tipped her well.
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Who says anyone else was here? Just getting stuff ready for us, maybe.
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What do you think we're doing?
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Haven't decided yet, but what can I say? I'm a guy who likes to be prepared.
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And Bucky had thought they'd just hang around, have some beers, watch TV. The netflix part without the chill, you know.]
Where's the fruit loops?
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[But fine--]
Look over there. There's gonna be cereal or poptarts. Something, I'm sure. You want a drink?
[Because he's pouring himself one.]
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[Bucky grabs the cereal box and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, holding Toucan Sam in his metal hand and shaking the box a couple times, not really sure what to expect.]
Yeah I'll have a beer. Does he um, come to life or start talking or what?
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[Or was he supposed to throw a punch for the Fruit Loops comment? He's probably heard worse in his life...
Either way, he grabs a beer for Bucky, whiskey for himself.]
... What? [He gives a look, then he gives Toucan Sam the stinkeye. Really? That's where they're going with this?] ... That's not Khonshu! That's Marc's terrible fucking diet and cheating on Steven's vegan slop.
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Right well which one's Con-shoe then? [He holds up a couple more options.] We got um... Frosty the Tiger or-- Coco Pops Monkey...
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