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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 13, 2012 13:45:03 GMT -5
"WHY do I give him hell? Because I can. Same reason I give everybody hell. There's no rhyme or reason. I just can." He shrugged, picking up his phone again.
"Whore." He said, rejecting the call again. He scrolled through his games, then finally just decided to read twitter. He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the shelf.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Feb 13, 2012 14:41:25 GMT -5
Jayson shrugged. "Makes sense," He murmured, deciding on just not going back in. He wasn't worried about losing his job, they needed him.
Cory seemed uninterested in anything, but Jayson honeslty didn't want to go anywhere and waved him off by himself instead, yawned and began to spin the stool again.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 13, 2012 14:51:07 GMT -5
Vegas smiled, watching him spin for a moment. For lunch time, it was really quiet in the mall. No one seemed to be passing.
He drummed his fingers on his pants. "I'm still a rock star. I got my rock moves." He smirked, moving in front of Jayson. He walked into Zander's office. "I found his condoms!" He called before walking to the fridge. He pulled out two sodas, kicking it close before walking back out. He sat one in Jayson's lap, then sat back down.
"I shook that." He said with a smirk, popping the tab on his coke.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Feb 13, 2012 15:00:58 GMT -5
Jayson smirked faintly, watching him go, laughed. "The ones you put in his pocket?" He called, stretching and giving a last bored spin, managing to drop it in the process.
He stooped to pick it up, straightening up again as Nevada returned with the soda. He scowled mockingly in complaint, tapping the top and set it aside to settle. "You would."
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 13, 2012 15:05:47 GMT -5
"I didn't actually shake it. If I shook it, I wouldn't tell you. Duh." He took a sip of his, then sat it on the counter.
"We're all alone." He said with a smirk, but didn't mean anything by it. He slipped off his stool, picking up the clipboard Zander had thrown at him earlier.
"You wanna go to the movies next weekend? So we have an excuse to not come to work. I might even get wasted with you after." He said, walking in front of him. "Come on. I need help with these boxes."
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Feb 13, 2012 16:00:49 GMT -5
Jayson only laughed. "Not so predictable huh?" He teased, opening the soda and taking a swig before setting it aside again. He nodded, looking around the dark, empty store before his eyes traced back towards Nevada once more, a smile tilting his lips.
"Works for me, I got no other plans." Nodding, much preferring hanging out with Vegas than working in all honesty, he stretched, slipping off the stool to trailed after him towards the boxes.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 13, 2012 16:10:31 GMT -5
Vegas grabbed a marker, marking what aisles the boxes went on on the top. Then he sat the clipboard aside, pushing one of the boxes with his feet. He cut it open with a box opener, then walked back to Jayson, about to hand him one when his breath caught in his throat. 'Stop being so attractive..' He thought.
"-opener?" He choked out, holding it out to him. He coughed into his arm, feeling like an idiot. "Sorry, thought I was gonna sneeze." He said, walking back to his box.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Feb 13, 2012 17:06:07 GMT -5
Jayson glanced up as he seemed to freeze, a hand hovering over Nevada's own. He took the blade when he spoke again, offered half of a smile and a huffed thanks.
"No problem," He murmured, crouching to free the box of tape.
After doing so, he pulled out a shirt, studying it before folding it and putting it back again.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 13, 2012 17:13:28 GMT -5
Vegas started unloading the small necklace boxes, stacking them up carefully. He continued to do this in silence, chewing on his lip. He walked back, grabbing another box. He carried it over to the belts and began unloading them. He hooked them onto the display hooks, humming to the radio. He flipped the box over, cutting the tape before collapsing it.
He walked back, clicking his tongue ring against his teeth. He bumped into the boy and blushed. "Sorry." He mumbled with a squeeze of his hip.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Feb 13, 2012 17:30:58 GMT -5
Jayson finished the shirts and was turning for another box when Nevada bumped into him. He offered another impish half smile in response, trying to shake the feeling in his gut. Who was he kidding? He wasn't gay.. Was he?
Biting on his lip a bit, he opened up another box, pulling out the bracelets, stickers and other knick knacks from within.
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