it wasn’t the first time jensen had been out with his friends, but it was definitely the first time his new friends had taken him to a place like this.
“wardo, where are we?” jensen shouted over the music.
“relax, jefferson. you’ll have fun.”
wardo set his hand on jensen’s shoulder, patting it lightly. he fancied himself a history buff, and when he met jensen, couldn’t resist the opportunity to rename his new southern friend after the secessionist president with the same last name.
“i am relaxed,” jensen retorted, somewhat stiffly. he was used to low key, he liked low key, and this… this thing they were about to enter was definitely not low key. “and quit calling me that.”
“the girls here are cray-zee.”
jensen’s eyes darted to marc who was leaning casually against the wall while they waited to get inside. seeing that he was absolutely serious, jensen shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded stiffly. “of course. fantastic.”
an hour later, jensen managed to find himself standing alone, drink (that he knew he couldn’t be caught holding, but figured it wouldn’t be an issue in a place like this) in one hand, looking for wardo and marc among the sea of people. he’d just taken another drink when he felt a hand slip into his own as it hung at his side.
nearly choking on his drink, jensen stumbled after the dark hair as it pulled him toward the back of the place. he didn’t have any idea what was going, especially when she pushed open the door to the ladies’ room, pulled him in, and then pushed him up against a stall wall, seeming to lock the door behind her simultaneously. he was still in shock when she started speaking.
“you haven’t done one thing since you got here, you know that?”
jensen’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her, surprised by what she’d said, but not sure why because he hadn’t been sure what he thought she was going to say anyway. “i.. i don’t real— wait what?”
a smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth.
“so you do speak. and you’re definitely not from around here.”
and then she was pressing her lips against his, shocking him even further. she moved from his lips and traveled along his jaw line, making him jump as he felt her hands at his waistline. “i-i don’t know if… what are you-?” she placed her index finger against his lips, silencing him as her other hand went to his belt. he grimaced slightly as he tried to scoot away from her, but failed when he only managed to bump into the stall wall.
“honey, i’m doing you a favor. if you stop talking you’ll thank me for it later.”
he continued grimaced again as he felt her slide the end of his belt out of a belt loop. she’d moved her kisses down onto the exposed skin of his chest, and his eyes shot open as he felt her other hand grab the front of his pants. finally coming to the realization that talking wasn’t going to get him out of it, jensen brought his hands to hers, taking them firmly in his own. “look, i-i can’t… i’m sure you’re a nice girl and-“
“are you gay or something?”
jensen’s eyebrows nearly crashed together. “what? no!”
“you can pretend i’m a guy if that’s your thing, i don’t really care.”
jensen pushed her hands away from him, finally sidestepping her. “i’m not gay, i just-“ he didn’t know why he was trying to explain himself to her, so he stopped. “look, i’m sure you’re a really nice girl and all,” he said, holding one of his hands palm out in front of her, like it would keep her away as he unlocked the stall door. “and i’m sure you’re great at” -he waved his hand vagely- “just… sorry.”
as soon as the door swung open, jensen bolted out of that club faster than he’d ever thought possible. at this point, he didn’t really care whether or not marc and wardo were still inside; they’d find their way back home somehow. he wasn’t sure whatever happened to his drink, but he hardly cared as he reached back to his wallet, flipping it open and pulling out his worn black and white picture of lorna. he looked at it and sighed, turning down another street and heading for home.