[open] poker!!

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

Characters: All
Setting: Jono's room
Content: Perhaps this could plant the seeds of inspiration in Julian's mind? And let it grow? ALL are welcome here!
Status: Open/incomplete
Thread-jacking: A must

[Jono is rubbing his hands with glee as people pile into his room. Josh, his co-conspirator, had long convinced Jono to use poker chips instead of potato chips while betting (the crumbs last time had been disastrous) and so Jono was rattling the chips in their box. The bets were, of course, junk food. Hence his name of Texas Feed 'Em.]

Welcome, welcome. Sit down. Have a drink. Make yourselves comfortable.

Comments

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[A part of her knew that he was going to be here but that doesn't stop her from having to push down that feeling of tension either. She's not entirely successful. Regardless, she keeps a small smile on her face and tries to keep her tone light as she shakes her head at Julian's comment, following Kevin the rest of the way around the table and dropping into an empty seat beside him.] At least try to be nice, sugah.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[It's out of Julian's control that the moment she walks into his view, his eyes follow her to her seat. The amusement and slight laughter at his jab from around the table is just registering at a lower volume in his mind. He tries to keep his expression straight, but it's hard with the strange feeling of anxiousness in his gut, the longing. Fuck him, he feels longing like his life is just some shitty romance novel.]

I am nice, sugar. I didn't say it was his jerk-off porn.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

No, that's what his Golden Girls collection is for.

[Ali delivers the jab with a grin and a wink, and drags a chair over to the table and straddles the back of it, leaning her chin atop it as she tosses her offerings to Jono: Doritos, Mike & Ike's, Red Hots, and a bottle of Wild Turkey. She elbows Julian, making room for herself next to him, and snaps her gum.]

Maker's on his way; said he had to finish up a few things in the lab.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Julian didn't even hear Ali come in - he starts a little at her jab and moves over without a second thought. But he also reaches to tussle her hair and nudge her head at her usual forceful entrance into his space, cracking a grin.]

Yeah, he keeps those under his bed next to his box of tissues.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[Ali licks her lips and receives her chips, wiggling away from Julian and checking her hair, making sure it's still mussed correctly and not out-of-out-of-place.]

That Betty White, man...be still my shorts.

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

Oh, shut up, you lot. [Jono grumbles, but there's no denying there's a bemused grin flashing for a second before he reverts to stoic poker face. He tosses the dealer chip down in front of him as play resumes. Josh has been eye-rolling at this exchange the whole time. Then Jono munches loudly on some chocolate chip cookies, while everyone else continues arguing.]

Good god. Nobody backtalks or flips the bird to the dealers in Vegas! [This last comment was most likely in regards to Julian's reaction to him earlier.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

We're not in Vegas, loser. Suck - it - up. [Julian says this with an incredulous and spreading grin, his emphasized words a challenge as much as they are a light-hearted insult. He tosses some chips into the lot.]

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

You are absolutely right. [Jono says this a little sadly, and with some seriousness in his voice. He looks around his room.] We are very much not. We are in a very messy, kind of smelly dorm room.

[He leans back in his chair now to stretch out.]

Man, we gotta get the hell out of Dodge one of these days. All I do is eat, sleep, train, eat. Then maybe eat again.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Surprised you do anything but eat, dickhead. [Pretend Julian's doing something related to the game. Changing in cards or whatever as he says this. There's a pretty cheeky smile on his face and he's not saying it at the moment, but he agrees with Jono. A break from this stifling place, a change in scenery... his eyes flicker in Rogue's direction. Well, it would be nice. Maybe make some things easier.]

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

Shut up, douche.

[Not an extremely creative response. Then again, neither is "dickhead." But hey, it works. It's what they always call each other.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[No one ever said Julian and Jono were creative and ground-breaking. Julian's eyes snap back to Jono.] You shut the hell up, asswipe. And where would you go that lets a Yeti into respectable places of business?

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

[This time, Jono turns slowly to look at Julian directly in the eye, holding the glare for several seconds, and then breaks eye contact by eating yet more potato chips.]

That is the generally more accepted, politically correct term. I appreciate you not calling me an Abominable Snowman.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[That little put-on show does nothing to intimidate Julian, who merely smirks right back and tongues his canine. He scoffs a little at Jono's retort, and then telekinetically pushes the chips across the table towards him so he can shove a few in his mouth.] Whatever, Frosty.