Post by Nate Harris on Oct 5, 2024 21:52:15 GMT
Jack grins over at Nate from across the bar, raising his drink. "Thanks for doing all the weird tourist-y shit with me today.”
“Course babe. And now, here we are. Bomb nightclub, good drinks..." Nate gestures at himself and Jack, "And the finery out here is undeniable. You havin’ a good time?"
"Shit, I guess." Jack shrugs. "Like...we got the a lot going on. I mean you have Danger to prepare for. This really the time to be getting turned up? I thought you were worried about leaving Zoe and Justine alone at the hotel."
"Nah. Charlotte and Pax are vibing with them. Rini is probably already geeking out about Sailor Moon with the girls." Nate shakes his head. "I just...shit, I just wanted to make sure our asses could get a night to relax. You and me.”
“Fair point." Jack raises his glass, nodding, and they toast before taking a drink.
Nate shakes his head, lowering his glass again. "So you paying, right?"
"You damn right I am. Anything for my not-Fiancé." Jack laughs, sighing and shaking his head.
"What a year. What a goddamn year. I told you this was gonna work."
"Yeah, yeah." Jack rolls his eyes. "I don't know if we can call it exactly working, but at least it's something."
"You rather be back on at home?" Nate asks pointedly, cocking an eyebrow. "Nah? That's what I thought."
"Nah." Jack sighs. "Just...part of me is still trying to shake off the self doubt."
"Yeah, I feel that." Nate wraps an arm around him. "We put these motherfuckers down, we get a step closer to the tag team belts, right?"
Jack smiles at Nate again, "Yeah, you’re right."
The two men lock eyes for a moment, and after a silent moment, only soundtracked by the music playing in the club, Jack leans forward and kisses Nate quickly. "So, uh... You ready for the match?"
"For those assholes? I've been preparing ever since it was announced." Nate reaches out, offering a fistbump. Jack returns it, grinning. "Now, you gonna keep nursing that drink like my grandma or you gonna get to drinking tonight?"
"Fine, fine." With that, Jack quickly throws back his drink with a smile. Nate takes a swig from his own drink.
“Course babe. And now, here we are. Bomb nightclub, good drinks..." Nate gestures at himself and Jack, "And the finery out here is undeniable. You havin’ a good time?"
"Shit, I guess." Jack shrugs. "Like...we got the a lot going on. I mean you have Danger to prepare for. This really the time to be getting turned up? I thought you were worried about leaving Zoe and Justine alone at the hotel."
"Nah. Charlotte and Pax are vibing with them. Rini is probably already geeking out about Sailor Moon with the girls." Nate shakes his head. "I just...shit, I just wanted to make sure our asses could get a night to relax. You and me.”
“Fair point." Jack raises his glass, nodding, and they toast before taking a drink.
Nate shakes his head, lowering his glass again. "So you paying, right?"
"You damn right I am. Anything for my not-Fiancé." Jack laughs, sighing and shaking his head.
"What a year. What a goddamn year. I told you this was gonna work."
"Yeah, yeah." Jack rolls his eyes. "I don't know if we can call it exactly working, but at least it's something."
"You rather be back on at home?" Nate asks pointedly, cocking an eyebrow. "Nah? That's what I thought."
"Nah." Jack sighs. "Just...part of me is still trying to shake off the self doubt."
"Yeah, I feel that." Nate wraps an arm around him. "We put these motherfuckers down, we get a step closer to the tag team belts, right?"
Jack smiles at Nate again, "Yeah, you’re right."
The two men lock eyes for a moment, and after a silent moment, only soundtracked by the music playing in the club, Jack leans forward and kisses Nate quickly. "So, uh... You ready for the match?"
"For those assholes? I've been preparing ever since it was announced." Nate reaches out, offering a fistbump. Jack returns it, grinning. "Now, you gonna keep nursing that drink like my grandma or you gonna get to drinking tonight?"
"Fine, fine." With that, Jack quickly throws back his drink with a smile. Nate takes a swig from his own drink.
“This is a goddamn bitch of a situation.
Would I prefer to be goin’ for the Tag Team Belts? Hells yeah I would. But a tag match is a tag match and you got to play to get there. So doing some hype work and doing some work on Coliseum ain’t all bad. I just wish I had something a little more to work with.”
“We still ridding high. We just gotta fight just to stay alive. We can handle anything the boys throw at us. Tell ya what, it speaks to the quality of opposition they got runnin' around this place.. Keep it solid, keep it hard, y'know?”
“For sure. TDH are here to be the best tag team in the world, not just three really good wrestlers that kinda like each other. Focus, motherfuckers. It makes the difference. Ain't no rules in war, ain't no rules on the street. They're gonna fuck y'all up, and if you wanna hold onto your moral codes, you can go to your graves feelin' real fuckin' proud of yourselves. Y'all wanna pretend you're heroes? Do some hero shit. Jack, Pax and I are heroes. Maybe not the way y'all think we should be. We're heroes for people who want to get out of the shit, who're tired of seeing the same bland motherfucking faces on television every week. The revolution will be televised, live and glorious and in color. Either you recognize the truth and you understand there's a new game in town, or we blow your asses out of the water. Maybe you can go mope around backstage some more, feeling sorry for yourselves–That’s what Nick Danger does. Some fuckin' hero.”
“Focus on the match at hand and pop off at Danger later, babe.”
“Right. Focus. Solomon Khan and Mr Happy? Ya basic bitches. Ya always been basic bitches. Moving. On.”
“Come on, Nate. Like, Solomon Kan. You might be built like a wall, but walls get knocked the fuck over. And we’re the wreckin' crew comin'.”
“Right. Khan, Keep playin’ mute, bro, keep lookin’ stupid as fuck. Seriously, silence won’t save you from this fuckin match man. Me and my boy are gonna fuck your shit up. I don’t care if you got size on us. You just stand there and I ain’t convinced you can even talk.”
“Yo, Mr. Happy…I get your act's a joke. Face painted up, Juggalo vibes, clown shoes and all. Don’t you want to be more? I mean you beat Jaymat in a career vs Career match, didn’t you? Step up, dude. You can be so much more than this. Don’t you want that?”
“Fuck… Mr. Happy, ain't nothin' really to say to your ass that hasn’t been said a billion times before. You come out. You hump people, you get your ass kicked. Is it a kink? This seems like a kink thing.”
“Either way, this match is gonna be the highlight of Coliseum.”
“Mostly because you’ll be there.”
“...That was smooth as fuck.”
“I try.”
Well howdy there pardner.