Jets
Title: Jets
Author: emmastark
Copyright: 2001
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: Don’t own the guys, but like to enjoy their company.
Note: Still not sure where this one came from. Think it has something to do with listening to Alice Cooper over oatmeal.
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Jets
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“Who are you, and what have you done with Face?”
“What, you don’t like the nosering?”
“I have a tenuous grasp on reality at the best of times, muchacho. You shouldn’t do this to me.”
“Hannibal wanted the ‘tough street punk’ look for this one.”
“You look like a rent boy.”
“Boy?”
“Rent man doesn’t sound right.”
“Is it the jeans?”
“You always wear tight jeans. I think it’s the see through shirt under the black leather jacket.”
“It’s Armani.”
“Looks more like ‘West Side Story’.”
“When you’re a Jet you’re a Jet all the waaayyyy, from the first breath you take to your last dying daaayyyy…”
“You ain’t goin’ out like that, Facey.”
“Who says?”
“Me says. It’d give the bad guys the totally wrong impression. And I’m totally unwilling to share you with the goons of a guy they call “Bonzo the Enforcer.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“But wouldn’t you like it better if I took care of you?”
“Well…”
“C’mon, darlin’. We got time.”
“Lots of time, since Hannibal pushed the meet back to tomorrow.”
“You mean?”
“Just for you, Murdock. And you can start taking care of me any time.”
“There’s just one thing.”
“Hmmm?”
“I ain’t kissin’ you ‘til you lose the nosering.”
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~fin~