Cake Walk

“Life is simple. Or at least it should be.” Or at least, that is Jude’s idea of life. Hardly was it ever that straightforward or uncomplicated. Demonstrating, he lights it and takes a small inhale before passing it over. 

“It would certainly be nice if it was.” He commented, still clearly a little nervous. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. Drugs? That wasn’t him. But what fun was it if he didn’t take a little risk and try? 

Savon didn’t want to think of having to run from anyone, even if he had in the past, when things got too much. He nodded his head as the other explained his evening, knowing he didn’t have any plans either. “I can join if you want me to, Sir,” he said with a smile, surprised that the comment was even made. “I’m not doing anything tonight.”

Jackson smiled as the other explained he wasn’t doing anything tonight. He wasn’t trying to be slick or sneaky, but he definitely wouldn’t mind spending time with, well, someone. This one wasn’t necessarily a bad target. “Then we’d better put together a list of terrible movies. Can’t waste any time, now.”

“Oh, I’ve seen people do that before,” he said honestly, shuddering at the thought. He hated when people yelled. “I hope I never make you that way then,” he said honestly, “I mean, I might run away if you do.” He didn’t know what else to say about that, so he tried to think of a way to divert the conversation. “So what are you doing tonight?”

“Yeah, well, I hope so too. Anger isn’t the best.” He murmured, almost embarrassed by the motion he wasn’t even expressing her. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” He assured him, smiling. “Tonight? Probably watching some more bad movies and eating leftover pastries. Were you planning on joining in or do you have other plans in mind?” He asked teasingly

Jude didn’t really that often. Mostly because there was never really an appropriate time. His personal vice had always been alcohol – his preferred method of getting relaxed. “Not as often as one might think. Just occasionally.” He produces a lighter from his pocket, stuffing the pipe, and lighting it briefly afterward. “You just hit it, inhale and let it do the rest of the work.”

“Oh, good, then I won’t completely embarrass myself. Just a bit.” He spoke nervously. Jackson didn’t know the meaning of unwinding or relaxing. He was always just nervous or too focused on the task at hand. But here he was now. “Really? That sounds a little more simple than I was expecting.”

If only Jude was able to recall every foolish thought and question that has popped in his head under the influence. He leds the other through a backdoor only used by staff holding it open for the other. “Have you ever smoked anything?” He asks with a tilt of his head as a baggie and a small one-hit pipe appears from his pocket.

Jackson followed the male out of the bar, stepping outside into the night. It was nice out. Was it good weather for smoking? He wasn’t sure. “Uh, honestly?” He shook his head, biting his lip. “Nope. Nothing. Ever.” He didn’t get into trouble or do anything to get him under and influence. Was Jackson boring? “Do you smoke a lot?”

He offers the other another smile. If the other somehow managed to die while attempting to get high … well, that would be really unfortunate. Jude, somehow, is more than confident he’ll be fine. “Haunt me all you like. I know a few exorcists who are just waiting to be called.”

“That actually sounds really cool,” He murmured, now chuckling. Were exorcisms cool? Were they even real? Not the time to contemplate. Or maybe it was exactly the time to, getting high could probably solve a lot of his questions. “But enough of that.”Jackson was ready for his new experience...maybe.

“You won’t die or anything.” Jude offers, “I will have you tucked into bed at a respectable time. No worries.” He is clearing the counter and tucking away some of the things he used that evening before he gestures for the other to follow him, “We can just go out back. No one really hangs out there but me.”

“Just the way I like it.” He nodded, smiling at him some. No need to be completely stiff and scared. Just a little wary. “I’d better not die. If I die I’m gonna haunt you for killing me.” He warned, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, okay, sounds like a plan.”

It had come off a little weird. After all, Jude hadn’t really come across coyly. Plus, he has no reason to trust him. Moreover, Jude was really just interested in dragging someone from the opposing pack into his mess. A bit of self-indulgence. “Why not?”

Why not? Because he’d never done it before. Biting his lip, the beta thought about the man’s invitation some more. What really did he have to lose? It wasn’t like it was a catastrophic thing. It was just a little pot. “Okay.” He agreed, nodding hesitantly. “Sounds...interesting.”

He smiles – mostly just to get the other to think he wasn’t up to anything nefarious – since what he had in mind was relatively tame and probably not what the other thought. "Good old Maryjane, my friend.” After a few seconds, he pauses, “You know pot, marijuana, cannabis… This is the good kinda weird I think.”

Jackson was actually surprised when the man said marijuana instead of something super weird and freaky. It wasn’t a bad surprise either. But marijuana? He didn’t do drugs. Hell, he didn’t even drink. Could he really sit there and do something like that? “Um...” He tapped his nails on the counter. “That’s nice and all, but...why?”

Respectful? Jude quickly learned that the opionons of others really didn’t mean anything. If he was less of a social creature he might even have bared with being a lone wolf but that wasn’t the case. Despite that, he barely gave any fucks anymore about what someone thought about him. He wasn’t a respectable person and he never gave the pretense of anything else. He did what he had to do but he didn’t try to step on that many people to accomplish his desires either. “You don’t seem like the type that likes surprises. Nothing weird, I promise.” He says, “Just something I know will have you considerably less tense and a lot more fun.”

“You’re right about that.” He nodded. Surprises threw the beta off and he didn’t care for that. He enjoyed knowing what he was getting into and when he didn’t know, it drove him insane. It sent him into a mixture of anger and panic. Jackson just wasn’t sure what to do. Especially right now. “Well, what would you consider weird. What you and I consider weird could be entirely different.” He pressed, wanting to know exactly what the other had in store for him.

“If you were mad, I’d know,” Savon repeated, tilting his head to the side, “And how would that work. People get mad all the time and are mean over silly things.” He wasn’t sure why he was pressing the issue, but this one didn’t seem like he could ever get that mad.

“I’d start yelling and getting more aggressive.” He told him, as if it were as simple as that. “There’s no ‘passive mad’ for me. It doesn’t take much to get me mad, so apparently, I have a temper.” He was just going off of what he’d heard others say about when he got mad. Usually, when he did get mad, it was blind. Almost like he was blacking out.

Savon felt silly when he was told not to apologize, not for the first time in his life, but he knew it was just the way he was. He didn’t want to say it was because the other was attractive and he wanted to talk to him, so he stayed quiet for the moment. He cleared his throat and blushed, “Not sure,” he lied, hoping that would be the end of it. “Um, you’re not mad, are you?” he asked cautiously.

Jackson already felt like he would be telling this boy not to apologize more in the conversation. He gave off that personality. A little unbelieving, he shrugged at the other’s answer. He wasn’t going to force it out of him. It was probably something personal or something. And that was really none of Jackson’s business. “Mad? Ha. No,” he shook his head, laughing softly. “If I was mad you’d know.”

“I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you go and fuck yourself? You self-righteous prick.” God, all of these wolves were the same, weren’t they? They were goddamn insufferable. “You wouldn’t know the first thing about fair. You’ve probably never had a one on one fight in your life. Would love to see you try and kick my ass without your little buddies jumping in. I know if you’re here that they can’t be too far.”

“Don’t get mad at me because you’re a crime against nature.” He responded almost too calmly for the situation. Narrowing his eyes at the little...thing, shook his head. “Sure I do. I’ve gotten in a few of them, though I wouldn’t say a lot, but I can hold my own.” Jackson was trying not to be too angry, but the other’s audacity to even be alive was pissing him off. Taking a moment to think about it first, he spat on the other. “I could kick your ass right now, how about that? I don’t need anyone’s help to put some...thing in it’s rightful place.”