imagine jensenΒ telling the story ofΒ zepΒ (not) throwing up in his mouth during a drive from the airport to the hotel inΒ rome, during a panel atΒ jibcon.Β inΒ trueΒ jensenΒ fashion, he paints a quiteΒ a picture with gestures and dramatics, puffing out his cheeks like he son had done the day before.Β mishaΒ listens to his pal recount the story again and cringesΒ likeΒ he did the first time.Β jensenΒ clarifies thatΒ zepΒ hadn't, but at the time,Β he assumed his son had, then instructed him to swallow it so he'd give him some water to wash it down.
mishaΒ rests his hand onΒ jensen'sΒ shoulder before teasing into the microphone, "he's always giving that advice."
the crowdΒ laughs and claps whileΒ jensenΒ nods, letting the joke marinate before adding, "itΒ usually works."
heΒ hears your name mentioned somewhere in the sea of fans, and before he can think twice, he answers, "sheΒ doesn't need to be told."
ohΒ shit...Β he thinks as the audience erupts with gasps.Β hisΒ eyes widen, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he just said that out loud.Β beforeΒ he can be mortified, the crowd hoots and hollers, encouraging his openness.Β mishaΒ makes a commentΒ that he doesn't quite hear 'cause all he can see is you in the very back of the auditorium, covering your mouth to avoid drawing attention by laughter. he covers his embarrassment with a toothy smile and thanks the good Lord you weren't a stickler about his public sexual slip-ups.Β whyΒ would you be when he was practically bragging?
a/n : in honor of the jibcon this weekend, here's a drabble i've had for quite a while. inspo came from the story j told above at jib11 (2023)
