[CLOSED] if you really wanna go..

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada finally finished picking up the shirts on the display, eyeing the guys who walked past with little interest. He walked back around the register, propping his feet up on a shelf underneath it. He leaned back in his stool, picking up his phone again.

"Don't know what you got, til it's gone. Don't know what it is I did so wrong.." He sang absentmindedly to the radio, something that ended up annoying the customers more than him clicking his tongue ring against his teeth.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Hey fucker," Jayson huffed as he passed the familiar face, ruffling Nevada's hair annoyingly before trailing after his adopted brother with little interest. When Cory headed for the shirts and belts he spun on his heel, crouching to check out the lip rings instead, playing with the back of the stud he currently had in absently.

Eyes skimmed the selection but he didn't bother getting anything, figuring he could just use store credit to get something cheaper at Spencer's.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"I fuck EVERYTHING. Except girls." Nevada said, still looking down at his phone. He wasn't one to beat around the bush about who he slept with. But he couldn't give you a list; too many drunk nights and unfamiliar faces.

"She's my cherry pie.." He sang, and his phone rang again.

"Whore." He said, clicking to reject the call.

"See, what's fucked up about Hot Topic is they sell everything for like, point three percent more than Spencers does. All because they have Justin Beiber. People need to stop saying he's gay. We don't want him either. You straight people can keep him." He saw a girl walk in and gasp at the comment and smirked.

"Problem?" He asked, watching her walk out. "So that same lip ring is like, two dollars cheaper at Spencers. Unless you can con it off of Zander." He stuck out his tongue, winking his eye.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"I know how much it is," Jayson huffed, smirking faintly back. His own sarcastic humor allowed him to not get too butt hurt about the way Vegas acted. He could actually tolerate him unlike what it seemed most could.

Standing, he shook out his hair, looking boredly around. "I'm supposed to close tonight," He complained, watching his brother out of the corner of his eye. "Why don't you just ignore the number? Then the calls won't come in." He nodded at the phone, leaning against the counter, smack dab in the way of anyone trying to check out.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Because." He leaned close to him, so close their noses almost touched. "You're in the way of my customers. My lap is free though. Pants on or pants off. Your choice." He said with a smirk, then nodded to the stool next to him. He leaned back, turning his phone so he could play Pac Man.

"So.. Call in someone to do it for you. I don't even fucking work here. Just tell them you'll pay them in sex later. Works every time. Unless you want to be 'technical'. Then you could close now because neither you nor I am a 'manager' and we aren't supposed to operate a store without at least two workers and a manager." He leaned back and forth with the game, then stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson sneered faintly, dropping onto the stool and spinning in an annoying manner in his boredom.
"True," He huffed, thinking about it. "Or I just don't go back in," He shrugged, casting a sideways glance towards Nevada, amused as he watched him before tearing his eyes away.

Attractions towards people confused him, startled him even. Caine was straight, had been before and after death. Jayce had been too caught up in grief for the past year after breaking it off with his girlfriend and having Caine die in his arms that he hadn't given second thought about sexuality.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Or you can not- MOTHER FUCKING BITCH CUNT ASS JUST LIKE A WOMAN!" He cursed, clicking the game off as the pink ghost took his last life. He tossed his phone on the counter, crossing his arms across his chest. Britton passed by, popping his head in when he heard Nevada screaming.

"Wake the dead, Vegas." He said with a smile, waving over at the boy next to him.

"BRITT!" Nevada raised his arms in the air, and Britt did the same. "Hey, my piercing is getting on my nerves."

"Which one?"

"The one that's not my nipples or my tongue." He said with a smirk, rocking back on his stool.

"That's because you don't fuck with it in, stupid. Take it out, put it back in tomorrow." He glanced towards the other boy, smiling again. "Vegas giving you hell?"

"He's too cute to give hell. I try flirting and he just-" He shrugged, smirking over at Britt.

"Smart boy." He said with a laugh, then left with a wave of the hand.

"Smart boy." He mocked, flipping him off behind his back. "Fucker. So." He turned to the boy, a smug look on his face. "What have YOU been doing, since we never work the same shifts and I'm completely wasted when you call?" He asked, clicking his tongue ring against his teeth.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson glanced at him at the outburst, then towards Britton curiously a moment. The name rang a bell and he thought on it, smirked at his comment and shook his head.

"What have I been doing? I-..." He caught himself, working his jaw, unsure what Vegas did and didn't know, and finally shrugged. "Just sniffin' out go parties, been doing a little street racing. Not much." He shrugged some, toying with his lip stud again boredly.

"Nothing too interesting, not like I've been getting laid," He taunted.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"I got so wasted last night. Oh my gosh. I'm pretty sure I was telling people my name was Arizona, okay?" He laughed, ringing up the person who came up. He handed them their bag then leaned back in his seat.

"If you're implying I've been being laid, you're horribly wrong. Well, no.. I did bang this one guy in the staff room like, two weeks ago. The one downstairs? I'm pretty sure that sofa is just.. not what it was before." He smirked over at him, folding his hands over his stomach. "But no, I've been a good boy. Besides sneaking condoms into Zander's jeans pockets when he's not paying attention. I'm pretty sure he's got all my blue berry ones now. And the cherry ones. What I wouldn't give to see his face when he empties his pockets when he gets home."

He laced his fingers behind his head, looking over at him. "I've got grape in my pocket that I didn't get to slip to him." He pulled it out, putting it in his pocket instead, making it a point to run his hand down his leg before pulling it away. "In case, you know, you plan on engaging in any straight escapades five minutes from now." He turned back to the register, a yawn rolling off his lips.

He couldn't help thinking that the boy was incredibly hot. Probably the hottest person he had laid eyes on in a long time. 'I'd sell my fucking left arm just to make out with this guy.' He thought, checking his phone for a moment. He didn't even care if he got into his pants. And that's what scared Nevada. He was usually content to hit it and quit it. But something about Jayson made him want to stick around. And that was what he was uncomfortable with. The 'sticking around'.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson laughed softly. "You really do give him hell," He huffed, shivering some at the touch down his leg as the condom was slipped into his pocket. He shifted his weight a bit.

Why did this guy get to him like this? He'd kissed guys before, had probably managed drunk sex, but that was about the extent of it. He'd never been much interested while straight in the head. But Nevada-

He smirked faintly in respojse to his words, thumb brushing over the shape of the package there in his front pocket thoughtfully.