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| lucier | Apr 8 2010, 04:54 PM Post #16 |
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So Sawyer's version: he hadn't liked it. So he quit. Very believable, very convincing. At least the man had enough propriety to save his own ass once in a while. Wasn't a complete doormat to just bust out with the truth...because Jason might have laughed at him. Or not really. He might have changed his mind though. And Ross was an ass, that was no secret. "Just...briefly," he acknowledged. "And it was shit." Although he had received something different eavesdropping at the foot of the stairs, Jason let that go. "Good for you for quitting," He sucked one last time on his cigarette and dropped it to the ground, stubbing it out thoughtfully with the heel of his shoe. "I got fired." Well, not exactly, but he got promoted to the White House and Ross refused to let him not go, and that counted pretty much as fired in Jason's book. Maybe he should have never quit his other gig at the LA TImes...but they hated him over there too and Jason was seriously running out of major publications to ruin. If times got really bad, he always had the New Yorker. So getting fired -- erm, quitting wasn't bad, but it was the President that was bad. Well, if what he wasn't meant to hear was any indication, Jason was inclined to agree. "I think most fathers would lose their heads over their sons being jobless...mine did." But Jason's old man was kind of a raging alcoholic, and while the President might turn out to be a lot of unexpected things, he had a feeling that an alcoholic was not one of them. "But your old man's the President...there's probably not a comparison available there." Now sans cigarette, Jason turned his attention back to his drink, although his eyes was mostly on Sawyer, "Where're you thinking of working, then? I mean...besides the Post, there's not that many papers that are politically relevant...unless you count the Columbian Sun...although the word of mouth is that the editor there is a bastard too...what'd Ross do to tick you off?" |
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| passionflower | Apr 8 2010, 11:58 PM Post #17 |
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The younger man smirked faintly as Jason claimed he'd been fired. He had to bite back his tongue from blurting out 'me too actually'. He just gave a nod. Though a smirk returned to his face when the other mentioned that anyone's dad would be a bit pissed that their son was jobless. Not when his being jobless reflects on his dad in front of the entire nation he mentally bit out to himself. Though why the hell it mattered that much, he didn't know. In some ways he felt his father was blowing things way out of proportion. There was so many worse things he could have had turn public. Like... being a flaming fag. He had a pretty good feeling the man would down right disown him and possibly even arrange for an assassin to kill him if he ever got wind of his son's true orientation. "I don't know. I figure I'll search around for any kind of publications. Magazines, newspapers... Doesn't necessarily have to be political," he sighed a bit. In fact he kind of hoped it wouldn't be. He was so sick of politics, since they'd been buzzing around him ever since the day he grew conscious. He sipped more of his drink, as his eyes softened a bit. "I just hope whatever the new gig is that I'll have more time for myself. But most jobs don't work that way," he snorted. He wanted more time to work on his writing, his stories, and poems. All of the mushy stuff his father had since attempted to stamp out of him at an early age. And for all the older man knew, he had succeeded, since his son was a college graduate with a degree in journalism and English. He was all set to be a good little journalist pup for his father, working as his inside man wherever he ended up. "... Kind of hoping the papers don't take any interest. Has the news week been slow? Because if it has then I am so fucked," he mumbled. With nothing else big going on, then of course the jackass reporters would take his joblessness and blow it way out of proportion. His nose wrinkled in disdain. "... If I was you I would have stayed in Malibu," he added. |
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| lucier | Apr 9 2010, 12:33 AM Post #18 |
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Doesn't necessarily have to be political. Jason didn't know exactly what to think about that, he supposed that Sawyer was probably a bit sick of all the political talk. After all, Adam McKinely had been a longstanding governor of Georgia before he won the Presidential election...it had to be a little like growing up with a flashlight constantly shining in your eyes -- annoying, in other words. He tipped back the last of his drink, and gestured for a refill. And then something came to him; if he could get young McKinely to owe him...maybe that would let him be privy to all the dirt he knew just had to be going on. Jason fished out his palm pilot and punched in a few keys. "What do you think of the New Yorker? They have a D.C. office, and the last time I checked, they had openings. And since it's a literary magazine, the hours might be more lax...I went where the money was." (That was a lie, he had never considered the New Yorker, never even read it, but he had an offer because he applied for kicks.) Here, when Sawyer said he hoped the papers wouldn't take interest, Jason almost burst out laughing. "It might have escaped you, but you quit the Post, yeah? Which means they have the story first hand. And if you pissed the people there off enough...they'll most definitely run with it. So you're probably pretty fucked...sorry." He pocketed his palm pilot and sipped at his glass again. He should have stayed in Malibu. Well. Jason gave a smirk and a half shrug, "Or not. Malibu's not that big a city, knowing my luck, I'll probably keep running into my ex-wife." |
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| passionflower | Apr 9 2010, 12:57 AM Post #19 |
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Sawyer had since turned his attention back to his drink. He'd been tempted to just glug down the drink, chug it like some freshman fratboy's first keger party. But he knew better, especially in public. Though as Jason brought up the New Yorker, he quirked a brow, and turned his head over to look at the older man as he brought up a listing on his palm pilot. The younger man was quiet as he sat there, mulling the option around. His eyes tipped up, curious as to why this aide would attempt to be so 'helpful'. Literary magazine... and it was a big name. At the mention of the fact he likely pissed off the people at the Post, Sawyer gave a sigh. "You have a point there," he mumbled as he looked back down at his glass. He was quite sure they were writing up a story right now, less his father was in the midst of intervening. He wasn't quite sure which side would win, but he'd have to deal with the results one way or another. "The New Yorker though... sure... I'd work there," he spoke. His gaze lifted back up, meeting Jason's a moment. "... You happen to know someone there? Have a job listing to point me to? ..." or something better, like an actual offer. But how in the world would he have that already? Little did Sawyer know, he was falling right into the diabolical aide's little trap, much like a fly landing in the sticky good of a open mouthed venus-fly trap. More and more interesting little things were coming then. Especially the mention of an ex-wife. Heh, so he was straight. Should have figured. Then again, Sawyer had a pretty awful gaydar. That's why ordering from a specifically gay escort service made things so much easier and in some ways more private... "Ex-wife huh? ... How long were you two hitched? ... You and her didn't get along very well?" he asked quietly. He had to wonder if the other man might have had... kids too... |
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| lucier | Apr 9 2010, 02:27 AM Post #20 |
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"I don't speak, unless to make a point," Jason smirked idly at him. "I might, actually. Hold one moment," Jason fished his palm pilot back out and scrolled until he saw a couple of familiar names. Of course the names hadn't been so familiar in a long time, but he was always very good at pulling strings. It just took a lot of fast talking, good drinks, and money. He could manage. And Jason was perhaps a journalist too tried and true because he constantly carried around post its. He whipped out one and a pen and scribbled 'Michelle Huron' along with a number and handed it over. "We went to school together, Michelle's the one that gave me my offer. I'll try to see if I can get you one too, but...no promises. She's a generally nice person and if things go south, you can always grovel." Jason smiled what he hoped was a sincere smile, because seriously, he needed the kid to trust him before he bit. That was at least good form. "Anyway, she gets into the office anytime after ten." Ah...maybe shouldn't have mentioned that. But now that it was out, it was out. Jason always did pride himself on having as little secrets as possible. Though it was a bit embarrassing that he had to pause and think about it... "You could put it like that yeah, I guess," Jason shrugged, looked to his glass, and then Sawyer again. "Around five...give or take. Because of her, I have an irrational fear of picking up women in bars." For right now, that was probably a good thing. |
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| passionflower | Apr 9 2010, 07:33 PM Post #21 |
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Sawyer was bemused the man carried around post-its and a pen. Talk about being prepared. He picked up the paper then, and read over the name Michelle Huron. He folded it up and slid it into his breast pocket of his shirt. "Thanks, Jason..." he mused, though his eyes lifted then. Did he now owe the other man any favors? Or could this count along with that drink as payment for what he'd done to 'help' the aide earlier (without even knowing?) ... Who knew. He didn't voice his thoughts one way or another. "She get's in around ten huh? ... Guess I'll call her tomorrow then," he mused quietly. He could have called now, but he hardly felt in the mode to grovel for jobs right then and there. One day, just one day to take a break. His head tipped back up from his drink as he watched Jason explain his marriage lasted 5 years. And that the woman had given him fear now of picking up women in cars. He smirked faintly as he looked down again to his half finished drink. "Suppose that's a good thing. Isn't it? After all... Picking up anyone in a bar can really only lead to trouble," Sawyer mused. "... Not that I'd know," he added, to cover his ass. Though it was true. He never picked up random people. Too risky. And besides... broken gaydar. Yeah. He finally finished his drink, then pushed the empty glass away. "... Should I have another?" he mumbled. He had to drive... but he wasn't planning on going anywhere any time soon. |
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| lucier | Apr 9 2010, 08:59 PM Post #22 |
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"Not a problem," Jason shrugged. "The next time we happen to have shitty days, you can buy a drink and we'll call it even." Besides, Sawyer didn't have the job yet, but knowing Michelle, she'd probably say yes, especially if Sawyer McKinely was President McKinely's son. The New Yorker was by no means a political vehicle, but like everyone else, they were always hunting for friends in high places. You couldn't get any higher than the President's son. It was on Ross that they fired him...and Jason still had to figure out why. Perhaps it was too personal to drag it out of Sawyer right at this moment. Was it really a good thing? Probably was, considering he never went into bars much nowadays, especially late at night. That kept him out of trouble mostly. And with all the trouble he was prone to getting into, one less problem was good. So Jason finally shrugged, "Well, yeah, I know...but being women phobic hardly helps with anything." Which was why it was safer to dive headfirst in the other direction. If Allison only knew, she'd probably sue him until kingdom come. Wait, she was doing that already. Glancing at Sawyer's empty glass for a moment, Jason gestured for a refill for his glass. "Drink like an Irishman, if you will. I don't mind." And then he paused and looked the younger man up and down. What kind of self-respecting twenty-five year old had never picked anyone up at a bar? Right...he was the president's son. And Jason had always believed that Adam McKinely had severe anger issues. "You should try it once just to say you've tried it...just be careful not to knock anyone up like I did, or else you'll really be in trouble." |
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| passionflower | Apr 10 2010, 01:30 AM Post #23 |
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Ross simply fired him because he hadn't been doing anything productive. The young man had begun to stop pulling his weight around the office. His productivity went down greatly. He himself had known it was inevitable. But instead of having the balls to just quit, he'd rather be fired it seemed. It made the situation seem like it was out of his control. But he knew well it was coming one of those days. Though he would admit it had caught him off guard that -today- would be the day. He hadn't given the proper amount of thought time when it came to his father and his expectations. Sawyer soon watched the bar tender go about mixing him up another Captain & Cola. He took the new drink, and took a long sip. His eyes then flicked over to Jason. Heh, he should try picking up people at a bar huh? His eyes looked off toward the wall as they softened. "Maybe once my old man keels over and dies," he murmured quietly. He smirked though to himself as the other man told him not to knock anyone up. "Don't have to worry about knocking anyone up. I'm not interested..." he began, then he realized... maybe how that could be misconstrued. "Not interested in casual sex I mean," he clarified, yet kept it general and kind of vague. And in some ways it was true. The few times he had had sex, they were hardly casual. They'd been pre-planned and paid for. Ironic a good looking guy such as himself would have to pay for sex. But it wasn't necessarily the sex he was paying for, so much as for the escort in question to keep their mouth shut. "But I'll keep your advice in mind," he smirked softly and looked back down to his drink. |
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| lucier | Apr 10 2010, 02:20 AM Post #24 |
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The kid really needed to just suck it up and grow a pair. That was Jason's consensus, except he could hardly find a nice way to put it. He himself was bold enough, but he hardly needed Sawyer to go crying to Daddy just because some guy said something mean. Except Jason couldn't see Adam McKinely being angry on his son's behalf -- perhaps with the exception of yelling at him about having a suspicious drink with a White House aide. Technically, what they were doing was a bit against protocol. "It's not like anyone else would judge you for it," Jason told him and meant it. After the fiasco with Allison, Jason had grown much more careful with his dealings, but he wasn't going to say no if the interested party was attractive enough. Ever since he'd started swinging the other way, Jason actually found himself bombarded with plenty of options. But...Sawyer wasn't interested...or, he wasn't interested in casual sex. Jason being Jason, he almost thought to ask if the first admission meant something else instead. "Or...you know, your old man could lose the election coming up, I'm not saying he will, I'm just saying it's a possibility and you can run away to somewhere sickeningly exotic like Burmuda." He took another drink of his scotch and ran a finger along the rim. "So...if you're not into casual sex...are you waiting for "the one"?" he made quotes with his hands, "That takes a while...I just ran out of patience and married the wrong person just for kicks." Not exactly for kicks, but close enough. "Again, don't get me wrong, I think it's kind of admirable." For Jason, few things were. |
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| passionflower | Apr 10 2010, 02:52 AM Post #25 |
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"... True. But it's the old man and his campaign that matters the most," he sighed a bit. Somedays, what he would give to be just like other guys. Regular, twenty something guys. Who could go out and get drunk, smoke a damn cigarette and have all the casual dirty sex they wanted. Though ironically he had a feeling he probably wouldn't do those much. When things weren't taboo there was less reason to abuse the fuck out of them. He clinked his ice around in his class a bit as he stole a few more sips. "I suppose there is a chance he could lose. Won't know though till it happens. Either way I'm not buying a house in Malibu or Bermuda any time soon till I do know," he smirked softly. His eyes flicked back to Jason then, as he mentioned if he was waiting for 'the one'. "... I guess you could say I am. But I have a feeling I'll be married off to some politically powerful woman before that happens," he replied, honestly. He took a few more long gulps of his drink and let out another sigh. "It's kind of funny how many women I've been introduced to, between my two parents and their efforts," he mused quietly. But nothing clicked. Then again how were two puzzle pieces who weren't meant to fit together suppose to react when forced? If the fit wasn't there, then it wasn't there. Simple as that. "... How about you? Are you the casual sex type?" he smirked faintly. Though if the other man avoided women like the plague ... "... If you are then you've gotten yourself into quite the contradicting spot. Fear of women plus a need for casual sex...?" he quirked a brow at him. |
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| lucier | Apr 10 2010, 03:21 AM Post #26 |
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"Yeah well, don't remind me." Jason shuddered, "Just watch, in a few months, all the aides will be sent to bootcamp and writing political statements until their fingers fall off. Definitely not looking forward to that...I'm calling you in for a favor when it gets to that. You get to drink with me and watch me be miserable." It was always easier to be miserable when there was someone to complain to. And besides, when Jason really set his mind to drink, he really drank. Which was why he usually drank in his hotel suite. He didn't have to go anywhere, and if he had the mind to, he could always call up a bell boy or some other form of an overnight guest thereof. "You've avoided capture for twenty-five years," Jason pointed out. "You've still got one more year, if your sister's any indication. If you don't live now, you'll probably regret it for the rest of your life." And here...he supposed he did talk too fast. Jason had no problems admitting that he was sometimes attracted to men, but even if Sawyer McKinely was miserable and well on his way to getting trashed, but still. He wasn't stupid, he wasn't going to admit his attraction to men to just anyone. Once it had nearly got him arrested. And besides, if he was that desperate, he could always fly out to Vegas or West Hollywood. But now that he was caught... Jason spread his hands onto the bar and stared at his fingers. "Well, not all women. Just most." He paused a moment and gave Sawyer a faint smirk. "...And besides, it doesn't always have to be women. I'm not picky. As long as they're one or the other." Jason sort of drew the line at hermaphrodites or any combination thereof. |
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| passionflower | Apr 10 2010, 03:37 AM Post #27 |
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Sawyer actually cracked a smile as Jason mentioned being miserable and needing an audience to listen to him complain and drink away his problems for a night. "... Sounds doable to me," he mused. After all, that's what Jason was doing for him right now. Kind of. He couldn't exactly share all of his problems, or else he had a feeling the press would find out and his father would look into hiring that hit man. When his sister was brought up, and her age used as that final mark of no return, Sawyer simple smirked and looked back down to his glass. "I've already lived 25 years as someone who I'm not. What's another... 40 something years?" he mumbled, reiterating his thoughts from earlier. Though the conversation flowed back to Jason then. And he watched him as he better explained himself. Not all women, just most made him afraid. And besides... it didn't ... have to be a woman? Sawyer was quiet a moment or two as he eyed the aide. His brows furrowed a bit. "... So you're bisexual then?" he clarified. He couldn't help the little flicker of disdain that appeared in his gut. Bisexuals... were homosexuals who could live in the realm of normality. Even if this man liked to fuck around with other guys, he could easily marry another woman and be considered normal. Sawyer did not have that option (well he could get married to a woman but he wouldn't enjoy it at all). Not to mentions bisexuals were notoriously known for being floozies. None the less, he cleared his throat and turned his attention back to his drink. He'd flown through this one a bit fast, and finished it off with another gulp. At least he was feeling more relaxed, and a faint warm tingle from the alcohol brewing within him. |
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| lucier | Apr 10 2010, 04:15 AM Post #28 |
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"It's a deal then," Jason said. And it was nice, actually. That way he wouldn't have to pay extra for a bell boy to stay up with him and listen to his political rants. Whoever said that living in DC automatically had an interest in politics was a lie. Or maybe it was just bell boys in general. Most of them weren't nearly smart enough. "So you've already lived 25 years not being yourself..." Jason repeated with a bemused raised eyebrow. "Don't you owe it to yourself to at least spend the next five years doing whatever the hell you want to?" Or he couldn't, right, if McKinely won the reelection again. Right now, it was looking like he would win easy, but then again, Jason would have to see who ran for Democrats. Hopefully it was someone young and snazzy. Jason would kill for another Kennedy just about now. "I mean...once you reach thirty, you start to realize how much shit this world is. I know from experience." He knocked back the rest of his drink and rubbed idly at the bridge of his nose. "... So you're bisexual then?" Jason almost winced, somehow that almost sounded accusatory, although he'd been accused of much worse. He noted that Sawyer's glass was empty and he gestured for the bartender to refill it again. "You're not a prude like your old man that it bothers you, are you?" Jason asked him pointedly. If Sawyer felt that way, Jason would just have fun being very vindictive. Vindictive was one of the things he did best...it was right there besides sly and coy. He was sure Ross would gladly help him out with that. When you stroked it right, Ross had a vicious streak. |
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| passionflower | Apr 10 2010, 02:54 PM Post #29 |
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Sawyer watched the other man, then glanced to the bar tender as he filled him up his third drink. He picked up the fresh drink and took another sip. Was he bothered by the other man's sexuality? No. Jealous? Yes. But he couldn't very well say that now could he. He set his drink back down. "It does not bother me. Just... a bit envious of your freedom," he spoke, honestly. That was an innocent enough statement right? Freedom in a general sense, he figured the other would take it as. Not... not that he secretly loved the cock and all it entailed. An abomination, by the words of his religion and his father and his political party. His hands wrapped about the cool glass, as he felt the slick condensation wet his palms. He spun the glass around slowly in his hands. Jason said he should go live it up for the next five years. Before he hit 30, before he was forced to get married. He just honestly didn't see how that was possible without getting disowned. Ironic he cared so much about what his bigoted father thought about him. But perhaps it was because he knew no other life, and hardly had anywhere else to go if he cut ties. His head hung a bit, as the younger man went quiet. Those thoughts were heavy on his mind. Jason had a point. But this was a conflict that the President's son had been facing for years now. His duty versus what he truly wanted out of his life... |
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| lucier | Apr 10 2010, 03:49 PM Post #30 |
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When bartender made to refill Jason's own glass, he held up hand, "I'm good thanks." He was feeling sufficiently warm enough, besides, Sawyer was the one that really needed a drink here. Might as well designate himself as the sober driver so that they didn't both die. Besides, whoever heard of conducting an interview drunk? That was just bad form. So...Sawyer was envious of his freedom. Freedom of what? Jason adored freedom, even if he was one hundred percent into women, he still regretted experimenting with marriage in general. It meant being shacked up. Boyfriends or girlfriends were better here because they didn't require legalese and a bunch of paperwork to get rid of. "Freedom of what? You wish you could sleep with men?" It wasn't so much that he was getting weird vibes from Sawyer...it was just what it sounded like. Since he had denied himself another drink, Jason lit another cigarette and sucked deeply from it. "...Or, look at it this way. You could get married, and when your old man serves out his second term, you could get a divorce?" Of course....he had a feeling what President McKinely would say to that, Jason's own parents were strict Catholics and he hadn't talked to them ever since he got married. "And then you could try sleeping with men...I think you'd enjoy it." Jason meant that as mostly a joke too. That was the problem with most people, they took everything Jason Lansky said too seriously. Just because he made himself out to be the left-wing version of Ann Coulter (he was even a halfway queen.) No one ever learned to take anything he said at face value. Everyone would be so much happier that way, he thought. |
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