[ normally Jason would tell anyone to fuck off when they wanna see his ID, but if it gets Eddie's mind off all this, then hell yeah he's gonna go for it. ]
Fiiiine, fine. I'll show you, but don't gimme shit for it, dude.
[he pulls his wallet out and takes his original fake ID out. Robert Pliskin. 31 years old. he hands it over, giving Eddie an amused look.]
[that's cool. Eddie's smiling, laughing even, and it's totally worth getting shit for this. still, he rolls his eyes, nudging at Eddie's shoulder with his own.]
I've been turned down maybe like... two times. Three times. People don't give a shit! Besides, I could totally be a Robby.
Robby is such a yuppie name. ( he stands, reaching for jason's hand. eddie doesn't have any strong opinions on PDA, and after spending so much time together, it feels weird not to be connected to jason in some way, even if it's innocent as hand-holding.
besides, no one is paying them much attention, which is good. eddie's still wanted, and jason probably doesn't need any more eyes on him than necessary. )
C'mon, let's take as many shots as we can before they start boarding us.
[Jason smiles, taking Eddie's hand and stands up, snagging his ID while he's at it and shoving it into his pocket. he has absolutely no objections to PDA, cause once he's with someone, he's with them all the way, no holding back. in fact, he slides an arm around Eddie's waist as they head for the bar]
Hell yeah, let's do it. What kinda shots we doing, babe?
Uh, whatever’s on the wall and gets it done the fastest.
( chugging cheap beer I’d great, but not when you have fifteen minutes to get as hammered as possible without allowing yourself the time to think of how terrible an idea this is. )
American honey. Eight of ‘em.
( which isn’t even the worst order this poor bartender has heard today, so he she sets them up dutifully and doesn’t ask questions. she doesn’t even bother IDing them. she isn’t paid enough to care. )
[ it's a terrible idea, which makes it kinda wonderful. it's been a while since they just let loose, and he's all for this, even if it's something small. ]
Eight of em, huh? We'll have no worries the whole flight.
[Jason takes a seat at the bar, flashing the bartender a sweet smile before he looks at Eddie once again and leans in to whisper.]
See? They didn't even bother to ask. Most of the time they never do.
That’s more problematic than anything… but, y’know, I guess in this case, it’s fine.
( bottoms up, bitches.
after living on beer and take-out, real liquor feels like it’s gotten stronger. has it gotten stronger? did whisky always used to burn this much on the way down, or has he gotten weaker?
american honey is still the sweetest option his mind could come up with on short notice, so they should be pretty easy to down one after the other. )
[bottoms up indeed. it's strong enough for what they need right now, and Jason's pretty good at knocking them back. he even clinks one of the shot glasses against Eddie's at one point, leaning towards him.]
[he's gotta keep up with Eddie so here it goes. he knocks back that last shot and he can definitely feel it in his head. it really has been a while since they drank straight up liquid.]
Yeah man I know, but I meant like, the hard shit. I'm good with whatever. Can't be picky. B had this real good bourbon I used to snag every once in a while,though.
( this feels like something eddie should know, but so much has happened with them at this point, he'd forgotten to keep track of the little things. anniversaries and birthdays are in his brain... somewhere.
it's not that he doesn't care; he just has a pile of laundry where his organizational skills should be. )
[Jason glances over at him with a small smile, then knocks back whatever is left in his last shot glass, as if four shots in less than 5 minutes wasn't enough.]
My birthday was in August. We were... you know. All over the place.
[how else can he put it. he doesn't want Eddie to feel bad. it's not like he's ever liked his birthday anyway. all he can ever really think about on that day is how he never should have been born.]
It's cool though, don't even worry about it. Birthdays suck and now I'm old.
[that's really all Jason needs, someone to remember him, even if he's not worth remembering. he knows he's a hypocrite though, thinking all these things about himself while telling Eddie not to.]
Really man, it's cool. It's such a nothing day. I'd rather celebrate days like this, you know? Us getting the fuck outta here and moving on.
( they barely survived a year together, and almost didn’t. maybe ‘next time’ is wishful thinking, like it’s overly hopeful to imagine a world where everything is fine and they get to enjoy birthdays together like a normal couple.
it would be nice, though. )
So… like this is taking the place of a birthday celebration?
( after ensuring that there’s really nothing left in any of his glasses, he stands up to a room that totters to the side and makes his way to the on-boarding line. yeah, he should have expected that for standing up and moving so fast. )
Woah... Shit, we’re getting on a PLANE. In the SKY. With WINGS. Who’s idea was that? Y’know, who thought that sticking wings on a metal box and yeeting it into the air was good for anyone? It’s fucking not. And, in the words of Jerry Seinfeld, what’s the deal with airline food? …Do you even know who Seinfeld is?
[Eddie doesn't sound too hopeful about that, and Jason tries not to let that take over his drunken thoughts. not that he's drunk, but he's definitely feeling the alcohol in his system.]
No, I'm just saying. There are better things to celebrate than a shitty birthday.
[he tries to keep the edge out of his tone, but it doesn't help when Eddie gets up and leaves him so suddenly, and he's left sliding off the stool and following after him, grabbing their bags along the way.]
I have no fucking idea who Seinfeld is. Dude, chill out. We were having a perfectly fine conversation and now you're flipping out on me. Come here.
[Jason grabs a hold of Eddie and pulls him back towards him.]
What? Weren’t you right behind me? ( apparently not if jason is saying he’s freaking out. poor guy, eddie has to give him an apology kiss for that. ) Oh, sorry, dude. I think I’m just thinking that I’m totally probably gonna die on this plane.
( ‘totally probably’ is the same as absolutely in eddie-speak. it’s a double positive. )
But, hey, I love you, and if we go down, I think I’d be pretty happy to be going down with you. More terrified than anything… but also happy.
Anyway, don’t worry. Seinfeld wasn’t even that great of a show. It was… fine. We can watch it, if we make it to Florida. There’s, like, five good episodes?
You're not gonna die on this plane, Eddie. You're not.
[Jason squeezes his arms, shaking his head. He doesn't want Eddie to freak out about this, but he also doesn't want them drawing any more attention to themselves.]
Neither of us are going down. This isn't the shit that's gonna kill us, alright? Now let's talk about something else, just like we were doing before, otherwise they're gonna call security on us for freaking the passengers out. Why don't we go sit till they board and makeout. That'll take your mind off of things.
[ Jason's the only one thinking clearly now, even half drunk, and it's a better idea than whatever Eddie's been thinking up. ]
I know it is. Come on.
[he slides his hand down Eddie's arm to take his hand once again, and tugs him over to the seats. they have a few minutes before they start boarding, and Jason would really like to get Eddie at least a little bit together by then.]
Hey, I love you. It's gonna be okay. Those shots we drank were hella fucking strong, dude. Do you feel em? I'm feeling no pain right now.
( eddie hasn't sat down from more than a few seconds before he's curling up to jason, fingers lacing against his in both hands. )
Jason, I want this. I wanna get to Florida, and camp out by the ocean and maybe, maybe have some super crazy belated-birthday-beach-sex. But that's only part of it. I'd get on a hundred planes if it meant spending a life with you.
I'm gonna do it. And it's gonna be... It's not gonna be good, but it's gonna be okay.
( that's the mantra for the day, he guesses. he'll be calm if it helps jason be calm, even if he isn't feeling very calm for things to come. but acting calm, even if he's doing it for jason's sake, actually helps him feel better. )
No pain, no gain, no deathly fear of heights. We're getting through this.
[ okay, well. it's better than freaking out and talking about planes crashing and scaring everyone. Jason can handle Eddie curling up to him, holding on to him. Jason's with him. he's always gonna be with him.]
Okay is good. Okay is really good, Eddie. As long as I get to spend it with you.
[the mantra for the day, Jason can get behind that too. he keeps his fingers laced through Eddie's, pulling them against his chest and Eddie's forehead against his.]
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Fiiiine, fine. I'll show you, but don't gimme shit for it, dude.
[he pulls his wallet out and takes his original fake ID out. Robert Pliskin. 31 years old. he hands it over, giving Eddie an amused look.]
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( not giving him shit is pretty short-lived. )
Dude, literally no one would buy that you were born in '92. Not to mention Robert. You don't even look like a Robert. You look more like a...
( he stops inspecting the card to smile up at him, relaxed more now that he's had a laugh. )
...a Jason.
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[that's cool. Eddie's smiling, laughing even, and it's totally worth getting shit for this. still, he rolls his eyes, nudging at Eddie's shoulder with his own.]
I've been turned down maybe like... two times. Three times. People don't give a shit! Besides, I could totally be a Robby.
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besides, no one is paying them much attention, which is good. eddie's still wanted, and jason probably doesn't need any more eyes on him than necessary. )
C'mon, let's take as many shots as we can before they start boarding us.
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[Jason smiles, taking Eddie's hand and stands up, snagging his ID while he's at it and shoving it into his pocket. he has absolutely no objections to PDA, cause once he's with someone, he's with them all the way, no holding back. in fact, he slides an arm around Eddie's waist as they head for the bar]
Hell yeah, let's do it. What kinda shots we doing, babe?
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( chugging cheap beer I’d great, but not when you have fifteen minutes to get as hammered as possible without allowing yourself the time to think of how terrible an idea this is. )
American honey. Eight of ‘em.
( which isn’t even the worst order this poor bartender has heard today, so he she sets them up dutifully and doesn’t ask questions. she doesn’t even bother IDing them. she isn’t paid enough to care. )
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[ it's a terrible idea, which makes it kinda wonderful. it's been a while since they just let loose, and he's all for this, even if it's something small. ]
Eight of em, huh? We'll have no worries the whole flight.
[Jason takes a seat at the bar, flashing the bartender a sweet smile before he looks at Eddie once again and leans in to whisper.]
See? They didn't even bother to ask. Most of the time they never do.
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( bottoms up, bitches.
after living on beer and take-out, real liquor feels like it’s gotten stronger. has it gotten stronger? did whisky always used to burn this much on the way down, or has he gotten weaker?
american honey is still the sweetest option his mind could come up with on short notice, so they should be pretty easy to down one after the other. )
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[bottoms up indeed. it's strong enough for what they need right now, and Jason's pretty good at knocking them back. he even clinks one of the shot glasses against Eddie's at one point, leaning towards him.]
We gotta toast to you and me, man.
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Yeah? …To being good guys?
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Yeah... to being good guys. I'm with you on that.
[he knocks that shot back after he clinks it against Eddie's, making a scrunchy face.]
Damn, that's fucking sweet as fuck. You drink this on the regular?
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No, you know my usual. PBR. This is more of a special occasion sorta drink… Do you have a favorite? How long til you turn 21, anyway?
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Yeah man I know, but I meant like, the hard shit. I'm good with whatever. Can't be picky. B had this real good bourbon I used to snag every once in a while,though.
[he hesitates, then shrugs.]
About a year ish?
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( this feels like something eddie should know, but so much has happened with them at this point, he'd forgotten to keep track of the little things. anniversaries and birthdays are in his brain... somewhere.
it's not that he doesn't care; he just has a pile of laundry where his organizational skills should be. )
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[Jason glances over at him with a small smile, then knocks back whatever is left in his last shot glass, as if four shots in less than 5 minutes wasn't enough.]
My birthday was in August. We were... you know. All over the place.
[how else can he put it. he doesn't want Eddie to feel bad. it's not like he's ever liked his birthday anyway. all he can ever really think about on that day is how he never should have been born.]
It's cool though, don't even worry about it. Birthdays suck and now I'm old.
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( as determined by that time eddie checked jason into a clinic and learned that he’s a dirty, rotten leo.
he frowns. )
Hey, I’m sorry. Things were so… weird… back then. I wasn’t even thinking.
( what a birthday; brutally dumped, and then you get kicked out by batman, and then you kill a guy, and then you almost die under bridge. jesus. )
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[that's really all Jason needs, someone to remember him, even if he's not worth remembering. he knows he's a hypocrite though, thinking all these things about himself while telling Eddie not to.]
Really man, it's cool. It's such a nothing day. I'd rather celebrate days like this, you know? Us getting the fuck outta here and moving on.
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( they barely survived a year together, and almost didn’t. maybe ‘next time’ is wishful thinking, like it’s overly hopeful to imagine a world where everything is fine and they get to enjoy birthdays together like a normal couple.
it would be nice, though. )
So… like this is taking the place of a birthday celebration?
( after ensuring that there’s really nothing left in any of his glasses, he stands up to a room that totters to the side and makes his way to the on-boarding line. yeah, he should have expected that for standing up and moving so fast. )
Woah... Shit, we’re getting on a PLANE. In the SKY. With WINGS. Who’s idea was that? Y’know, who thought that sticking wings on a metal box and yeeting it into the air was good for anyone? It’s fucking not. And, in the words of Jerry Seinfeld, what’s the deal with airline food? …Do you even know who Seinfeld is?
( oh, shots were a GREAT idea. )
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[Eddie doesn't sound too hopeful about that, and Jason tries not to let that take over his drunken thoughts. not that he's drunk, but he's definitely feeling the alcohol in his system.]
No, I'm just saying. There are better things to celebrate than a shitty birthday.
[he tries to keep the edge out of his tone, but it doesn't help when Eddie gets up and leaves him so suddenly, and he's left sliding off the stool and following after him, grabbing their bags along the way.]
I have no fucking idea who Seinfeld is. Dude, chill out. We were having a perfectly fine conversation and now you're flipping out on me. Come here.
[Jason grabs a hold of Eddie and pulls him back towards him.]
Stop thinking so hard all the time.
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( ‘totally probably’ is the same as absolutely in eddie-speak. it’s a double positive. )
But, hey, I love you, and if we go down, I think I’d be pretty happy to be going down with you. More terrified than anything… but also happy.
Anyway, don’t worry. Seinfeld wasn’t even that great of a show. It was… fine. We can watch it, if we make it to Florida. There’s, like, five good episodes?
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[Jason squeezes his arms, shaking his head. He doesn't want Eddie to freak out about this, but he also doesn't want them drawing any more attention to themselves.]
Neither of us are going down. This isn't the shit that's gonna kill us, alright? Now let's talk about something else, just like we were doing before, otherwise they're gonna call security on us for freaking the passengers out. Why don't we go sit till they board and makeout. That'll take your mind off of things.
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( jason, that’s a bad idea. )
Jason, that’s a great idea.
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[ Jason's the only one thinking clearly now, even half drunk, and it's a better idea than whatever Eddie's been thinking up. ]
I know it is. Come on.
[he slides his hand down Eddie's arm to take his hand once again, and tugs him over to the seats. they have a few minutes before they start boarding, and Jason would really like to get Eddie at least a little bit together by then.]
Hey, I love you. It's gonna be okay. Those shots we drank were hella fucking strong, dude. Do you feel em? I'm feeling no pain right now.
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Jason, I want this. I wanna get to Florida, and camp out by the ocean and maybe, maybe have some super crazy belated-birthday-beach-sex. But that's only part of it. I'd get on a hundred planes if it meant spending a life with you.
I'm gonna do it. And it's gonna be... It's not gonna be good, but it's gonna be okay.
( that's the mantra for the day, he guesses. he'll be calm if it helps jason be calm, even if he isn't feeling very calm for things to come. but acting calm, even if he's doing it for jason's sake, actually helps him feel better. )
No pain, no gain, no deathly fear of heights. We're getting through this.
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Okay is good. Okay is really good, Eddie. As long as I get to spend it with you.
[the mantra for the day, Jason can get behind that too. he keeps his fingers laced through Eddie's, pulling them against his chest and Eddie's forehead against his.]
Do you remember the very first time we met at that bar?
look at you w the receipts!!!
hahahaha I try 😅
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omfg i am laughing so hard xD
LISTEN venom is a better eddie than eddie is !!
busting out the gay marriage facts xD
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