Fic: Mind-Exploding Boredom
Title: Mind-Exploding Boredom
Fandom: The Losers
Prompt: A srsly awesome movie.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 611
Character(s)/Pairing: No pairings (yet). Jensen, Cougar.
Summary: One-shot. Jensen talks. Cougar listens. No brains are exploded. No real plot is included.
A/N: Couldn't help myself. It's like a compulsion. And dammit, they're so freaking hot.
If Jensen had to dress one more doll with one more red dress, he really might actually start to scream. He's been threatening for... well, for weeks. Cougar should know; poor guy's had to listen to him. Not that Coug ever complains about that sort of stuff. Pooch does, but Pooch isn't working in the doll factory. Lucky bastard gets to work in a garage, doing shit other than assembly-line toy-making. When they'd first come in, Jensen hadn't been able to resist about thirty different cracks about suddenly being one of Santa's elves. And then about the heat. And after that, about how he's pretty sure elves don't wear leather cowboy hats...
At which point the glaring had become more than half-hearted annoyance, and Jensen had backed off with a sheepish grin. No one messes with the hat. He knows, he knows.
Of course, he also hadn't been able to resist pointing out that whatever they earned working here Clay and Roque lost in about a day, but even he's not stupid enough to make that (very pertinent) observation in front of either superior officer. Clay's been lost in a bottle and looking to hit someone very specific, and he might decide that Max must look a little too much like Jensen and take advantage of that. Roque... well.
Just because the man's never followed through with trying to gut him doesn't mean Jensen wants to have to hide behind Cougar like a sissy girl when the Captain finally does come after him.
"My head's going to explode," he groans quietly, shoving another naked plastic doll into its polyester dress and setting it aside on its pile... only to reach for another as Cougar hands it to him. Then a third. "It really is. One day it's just gonna go pop, and then the entire place will be covered in brains o' Jensen, and that'll be it."
Cougar huffs a little in amusement, but doesn't smile or say a word. That's okay, though. That huff was way more of a reaction than Jensen had expected, and he brightens a bit, irrepressible personality asserting itself once more (it's never gone for long).
"Did you know that pigs really do have curly penises?"
Cougar's expression remains exactly the same as he checks another voicebox and hands the doll to Jensen.
"But cats, man, cats... I don't trust 'em. You like cats, Coug? I guess you do, or at least cougars and all... but big cats aren't really the same. I can't see you as a cat person. You and a little house cat... it's just not happening for me. Now me, I'm a dog person. Had this huge German Shepherd, Mickey, when I was a kid, best dog I've ever known... I could see you with a dog. Rottweiler, maybe. Big dog. You'd be even more badass with a huge-ass dog."
"No."
Raising his brows, Jensen shrugs and moves on. "The Petunias play the Lilies on Friday after school. Too bad I can't be there, but really... what kind of a wimpy name... who names a soccer team the Lilies, for crying out loud? The Petunias sound so much more badass..."
Fandom: The Losers
Prompt: A srsly awesome movie.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 611
Character(s)/Pairing: No pairings (yet). Jensen, Cougar.
Summary: One-shot. Jensen talks. Cougar listens. No brains are exploded. No real plot is included.
A/N: Couldn't help myself. It's like a compulsion. And dammit, they're so freaking hot.
If Jensen had to dress one more doll with one more red dress, he really might actually start to scream. He's been threatening for... well, for weeks. Cougar should know; poor guy's had to listen to him. Not that Coug ever complains about that sort of stuff. Pooch does, but Pooch isn't working in the doll factory. Lucky bastard gets to work in a garage, doing shit other than assembly-line toy-making. When they'd first come in, Jensen hadn't been able to resist about thirty different cracks about suddenly being one of Santa's elves. And then about the heat. And after that, about how he's pretty sure elves don't wear leather cowboy hats...
At which point the glaring had become more than half-hearted annoyance, and Jensen had backed off with a sheepish grin. No one messes with the hat. He knows, he knows.
Of course, he also hadn't been able to resist pointing out that whatever they earned working here Clay and Roque lost in about a day, but even he's not stupid enough to make that (very pertinent) observation in front of either superior officer. Clay's been lost in a bottle and looking to hit someone very specific, and he might decide that Max must look a little too much like Jensen and take advantage of that. Roque... well.
Just because the man's never followed through with trying to gut him doesn't mean Jensen wants to have to hide behind Cougar like a sissy girl when the Captain finally does come after him.
"My head's going to explode," he groans quietly, shoving another naked plastic doll into its polyester dress and setting it aside on its pile... only to reach for another as Cougar hands it to him. Then a third. "It really is. One day it's just gonna go pop, and then the entire place will be covered in brains o' Jensen, and that'll be it."
Cougar huffs a little in amusement, but doesn't smile or say a word. That's okay, though. That huff was way more of a reaction than Jensen had expected, and he brightens a bit, irrepressible personality asserting itself once more (it's never gone for long).
"Did you know that pigs really do have curly penises?"
Cougar's expression remains exactly the same as he checks another voicebox and hands the doll to Jensen.
"But cats, man, cats... I don't trust 'em. You like cats, Coug? I guess you do, or at least cougars and all... but big cats aren't really the same. I can't see you as a cat person. You and a little house cat... it's just not happening for me. Now me, I'm a dog person. Had this huge German Shepherd, Mickey, when I was a kid, best dog I've ever known... I could see you with a dog. Rottweiler, maybe. Big dog. You'd be even more badass with a huge-ass dog."
"No."
Raising his brows, Jensen shrugs and moves on. "The Petunias play the Lilies on Friday after school. Too bad I can't be there, but really... what kind of a wimpy name... who names a soccer team the Lilies, for crying out loud? The Petunias sound so much more badass..."