[Drabble (I Have No Appropriate Icon, So Enjoy The Underwear Chick)]
"She's outta your league, man."
Jack tried and only moderately failed to keep from scowling.
"The hell're you talkin' about?"
Raul gave him an amused look, cocking an eyebrow at his friend.
"That chick that's been showin' up. The hot one. She's outta your league. How much are you payin' for that piece of ass?"
Jack focused intently on the game on TV. Angels vs. Mariners. He had never in his life been to Seattle, and knew little about it beyond that Nirvana was from there, as well as Starbucks, and it was somewhere in Washington, but he had decided as a kid that the Mariners were his team of choice. Having the game on provided a reasonable excuse to not look at Raul, which was a decent bonus in this situation, since he was fairly sure Raul was just trying to be a dick. As a general rule, Jack made a point to never let anyone see if they had gotten under his skin. Watching Ichiro assist in an impressive double play proved to be the perfect distraction for ensuring Jack didn't break his rule for Raul.
"More than you could afford, so forget about it."
"Fuckin' figures."
With that simple deflection, Raul lost interest and went back to nursing his beer quietly. Jack, however, struggled not to crack a smile or laugh. While Cecilia had admitted to taking part in some sketch behavior in the past, he was pretty damn sure she would be livid at the idea of him playing along with the belief that she was some high class call girl.
Raul had a fair point, though. Cecilia was completely out of Jack's league. He knew damn well that, had they met under any normal circumstances, she wouldn't have even noticed he existed. Gorgeous, perfectly manicured, high class classical musicians did not generally pal around with greasy, dirty, single father auto mechanics.
Not that he was complaining. Or even questioning it, really. She was good with Rachel, and despite having nothing in common beyond Al and one bizarre shared experience,they got along and seemed to get each other. Truth be told, he would be happy to have her around a lot more often.
Of course, there was the mild issue that he really couldn't picture Cecilia in his world. When she had stopped by his home, she had looked entirely out of place. This polished woman that looked like she belonged somewhere with marble floors and throw rugs that cost more than all of his posessions combined looked nothing short of ridiculous sitting on his oil-stained couch. Rosa had always seemed too beautiful for his world too, but Rosa had posessed a spirit so relaxed that she could make herself seem at home anywhere, whether it was a palace or a box.
Cecilia, on the other hand, oozed with class. She was warm towards him, but he never made the mistake of believing that was her normal disposition. He knew damn well just how entirely out of place she'd be if he invited her to the standard family barbecues or anything similar.
Cee would probably be irate if she knew he had gone along with the idea that she was some ritzy hooker, but the truth was hardly an option. And frankly, it was easier than trying to introduce her to his world. Classy girls like that just didn't belong in the sort of places he lived. She was too good for that.
Jack tried and only moderately failed to keep from scowling.
"The hell're you talkin' about?"
Raul gave him an amused look, cocking an eyebrow at his friend.
"That chick that's been showin' up. The hot one. She's outta your league. How much are you payin' for that piece of ass?"
Jack focused intently on the game on TV. Angels vs. Mariners. He had never in his life been to Seattle, and knew little about it beyond that Nirvana was from there, as well as Starbucks, and it was somewhere in Washington, but he had decided as a kid that the Mariners were his team of choice. Having the game on provided a reasonable excuse to not look at Raul, which was a decent bonus in this situation, since he was fairly sure Raul was just trying to be a dick. As a general rule, Jack made a point to never let anyone see if they had gotten under his skin. Watching Ichiro assist in an impressive double play proved to be the perfect distraction for ensuring Jack didn't break his rule for Raul.
"More than you could afford, so forget about it."
"Fuckin' figures."
With that simple deflection, Raul lost interest and went back to nursing his beer quietly. Jack, however, struggled not to crack a smile or laugh. While Cecilia had admitted to taking part in some sketch behavior in the past, he was pretty damn sure she would be livid at the idea of him playing along with the belief that she was some high class call girl.
Raul had a fair point, though. Cecilia was completely out of Jack's league. He knew damn well that, had they met under any normal circumstances, she wouldn't have even noticed he existed. Gorgeous, perfectly manicured, high class classical musicians did not generally pal around with greasy, dirty, single father auto mechanics.
Not that he was complaining. Or even questioning it, really. She was good with Rachel, and despite having nothing in common beyond Al and one bizarre shared experience,they got along and seemed to get each other. Truth be told, he would be happy to have her around a lot more often.
Of course, there was the mild issue that he really couldn't picture Cecilia in his world. When she had stopped by his home, she had looked entirely out of place. This polished woman that looked like she belonged somewhere with marble floors and throw rugs that cost more than all of his posessions combined looked nothing short of ridiculous sitting on his oil-stained couch. Rosa had always seemed too beautiful for his world too, but Rosa had posessed a spirit so relaxed that she could make herself seem at home anywhere, whether it was a palace or a box.
Cecilia, on the other hand, oozed with class. She was warm towards him, but he never made the mistake of believing that was her normal disposition. He knew damn well just how entirely out of place she'd be if he invited her to the standard family barbecues or anything similar.
Cee would probably be irate if she knew he had gone along with the idea that she was some ritzy hooker, but the truth was hardly an option. And frankly, it was easier than trying to introduce her to his world. Classy girls like that just didn't belong in the sort of places he lived. She was too good for that.