very short scene from story that is going sooooo sloooooowly.

[stungunbilly]

CWRPS, again. Gen in this segment.

“Hey, who’s your friend?” says the the girl, blonde and kind of hot in a wholly forgettable way. She’s cutting her eyes at Jared, who acts like he’s engrossed in what Jen’s buddy Steve is saying. Jensen smiles a little and mumbles something about mutants, but now that she’s focussed enough to see his face clearly, she’s obviously developed an interest in someone besides Jared. He doesn’t mind, although he kind of hopes Jensen’s got enough confidence to turn down a chick who only likes his face. Not likely, but it bugs Jared how easy Jensen makes himself. Guy’s worth something more than just being a dick for an evening, not like Jared will ever say that out loud. He’s been mocked enough to get the picture; any guy who turns down sex is obviously either queer, a Mama’s boy, or damaged. It’s a pile of horseshit, but like being afraid of anything the producers want to do to you, saying anything nice about Paris, or giving expensive  gifts to male co-workers, it’s made plain to him he should not be doing it when he slips up.

Jared sucks at the sex games everyone he hangs with is playing. He doesn’t like being with someone who wants his type instead of his person. Girls with big eyes and no intention of stepping up, girls with nothing to say, girls who make forward moves that are too polished, too planned, he finds all of them sort of insulting. They bore him, they make him prefer his own hand. They’re not looking to meet him is how things stand. Jared wants to be known to his partner. There are moments when he misses Sandy like an arm or leg, misses the questions she knew to ask, and the way she took his intelligence for granted.

None of the bullshit masculinity games have meant much to him since maybe Junior High. He’s a man, yes fine, he’s capable of playing that up for a camera when needed, but he’s Jared first, and that’s better. His mama trained him to open doors and stand up and all that stuff about treating women right, and he’ll do it. But it bores him, it makes him itchy for something a little more real. Chad cracks him up, with his alpha dog and his vulnerability to being called a coward. It’s kind of cute, is what it is, but mostly because it’s kind of lame.

Jensen isn’t lame about it, but he tries too hard. He’s manly enough for a dozen guys, and being the town bicycle isn’t required to prove it. It’s true that when they go out, his habit of hanging back makes the girls swarm around Jared, but it isn’t like Jared’s ever going to ignore him for long.

“…and then Chris’ amp caught on fire and Jensen was too shit-faced to get outta the way, and this fucking huge chick just picks him up and throws him off the stage, like the audience isn’t too drunk to catch him. Seriously, it was the funniest damn thing you’ve ever seen,” says Steve, red-faced with memory and Jack Daniels. The image penetrates enough for Jared to laugh genuinely, gives him an excuse to dart around the table and wrap his arm around Jensen’s neck and noogie the hell out of him. The blonde is instantly smiling up at him again, and Jared bares his teeth at her before trying to pick Jensen up, just to see what Jensen will do.

“-the FUCK, Jared, you overgrown leprechaun bitch! Put me down right now, boy, or you’ll be hurting where the sun don’t shine,” shouts Jensen, country as all-get-out. But Jared’s got Jen settled pretty good in a fireman’s carry, like he was a bag of feed draped over one shoulder, and he’s having fun now.

“I don’t think so, Honey,” he says, deliberately drawling. “I think you’ve had enough and we don’t want you settin’ these nice folks’ bar on fire, now, do we?”

The bartender is laughing but eyeing Jared carefully all the same, so Jared hitches a spluttering, struggling Jensen up more firmly and winks at the man, yessir, got this situation under control. “All y’all comin’?” he asks the table of friends and hanger’s-on, and doesn’t wait for an answer before heading for the door.

“Bitch,” growls Jensen as they pass into cold night air, “I will cut you.”

Oh, and hey!
Is it true that Jared graduated magna cum laude from his high school? It said so in this magazine clipping from awhile ago, but I can't find it again. If it's true, it kinda debunks the whole "Jared is too happy to be smart" concept free-floating through fandom.