#ass-saver

He’ll have to fight for that title; Joel’s pretty certain he claimed it first. But we can all agree that scarves are top.

Dan would fit in brilliantly to Team Fabulous. Scarves are top notch.

The idea had been a good one, and although Michael was now on way better terms with his boyfriend he did need a bit of a distraction still. He wasn't as focused on the fact that Gavin didn't return his feelings 100%, but if he stopped to think about it he could still hear what he had said to him and it made Michael worry that Gavin was suddenly going to think that it wasn't going to work and leave him. So this was his distraction for part of the night. Gavin was out with Griffon anyway. 

They'd planned this out together, Geoff and him, to take Joel out on a joyride of sorts. Not just any Joyride. They were going to sort of initiate him into their crew, but not really, just sort of. Geoff was seated in the seat beside him and they had Joel in the backseat. convincing the man to go out was easy enough, promises of drinks and a flask being passed carefully around the car. Geoff was driving and more sober than he wanted to be. 

But after Michael's amendment that the night would end in a nightclub, Geoff had agreed for the time being to be the slightly designated driver. They were rolling through the Boons and already Joel looked suspicious. They'd tried to assure him that they wanted to go to some hole-in-the-wall little dive bar and get wasted on cheap moonshine for giggles, but Joel wasn't stupid.

Neither Michael nor Geoff drank cheap. So as they rolled up to the 24-hour little store out in the smallest of towns Joel was very suspicious now. Michael was always armed, his gun hidden under his leather jacket in it's holster. Geoff likely was too.

"We need some supplies." Michael said with a smile. Joel looked like he was about to ask what and Michael continued. "I need some gum, Geoff you wanted a soda right? Maybe some chips. I mean, lets go crazy it's a man-date right?" Michael pushed his door open and climbed out of the car, grinning at them. 

"Come on guys, this is going to be a blast." Michael said it and looked at Geoff, his smile wider. 

       It was easy to get four stars and a bounty.

       As Jack so kindly pointed out often enough, all one had to do was step foot in a military base. Your worth was sure to skyrocket, even with only two toes in. What Jack didn’t account for, however, was that while the military base was close by at the time and very much an option, Ryan hadn’t actually even entered it to have a reward placed on his head. It hadn’t even been something he had meant to start, either. He was just driving, trying to get where he needed to be when he needed to be there. It hadn’t been his that fault the cars had come to an abrupt fault, or that they had begun piling up around him.

       It might have been slightly more his fault that he stepped outside to start gunning down the innocents, though.

       It was passing the time, really. Being late was already guaranteed, there was no reason not to enjoy his time while he waited. Had the cops not shown up, he would have been quickly satisfied before moving to a car further up in the traffic to take off in. They had to come, though, had to make trouble, and suddenly it was a game of how many officers could he nail before they hit him back. The answer was never actually found; he had forget to count in his haste to shoot them all down quickly and precisely. Ammo was valuable, after all.

       Now his files were corrupted again, though, and Geoff refused to pay them off for him again. It was his own fault, he had to deal with the repercussions. The bossman couldn’t go around carrying him through this every time, he had reputation. They money wasn’t a problem, Ryan would have dealt with that quickly from his recent cuts, but Mr. Ramsey was having none of that either.

Michael didn't really consider Joel a friend. The man was eccentric and partly reminded Michael of Gavin in a weird way. Not in the good way, in the weird way. Like the man could talk himself out of a fucking prison cell without breaking a sweat the way that Gavin could have. It was probably a good quality, and was valuable for when they needed Joel. But Michael didn't like false smiles, and really wasn't fucking good at doing it himself. Despite how many times Gavin tried to teach Michael to have a way with words, Michael would always get fed up and just fall right into hard truths.

Michael was an honest person, and it was to a fault. If someone asked if he had a problem with them and he did he'd fucking tell them and act like if they had a problem with his problem then he'd fix it with his fists. Michael didn't need to be any other way, and didn't play games with people. Which was a good thing, he thought. 

But Joel had offered to buy him a drink in mourning of his beloved automobile. Michael had the twisted 00Mogar plate laying in the backseat of Gavin's purple Prius which he'd parked around the back alley of the bar. Not because he didn't want people to see it, but because Michael was still a little wary of keeping any car in the front of a place after he'd been tailed and shoved off a hillside in his own. He switched from the suit jacket he was wearing, pulled the tie off and tossed it into the backseat then pulled the new black leather jacket back on. 

Giving a nice swipe down it and hugged the leather in he headed into the bar. Glancing around for Joel immediately. He wouldn't be hard to find. Man was a fucking giant. At least, compared to Michael. Joel was tall compared to Michael. 

When his eyes fell on the man, Michael started over, not wearing a large smile but a small one despite himself. 

Fall has arrived - Watch your ass!

everybody knows the problem of riding a roadbike in the rain. afterwards you have to put a plastic bag on your chair. but not with the ass-saver. a great invention but what a horrible name.