no, we're not jealous
re that pic of JC and other (viewable in accire's lj, as well as many others I'm sure)
(music pumping)
C dances by himself, feeling the beat, tossing his hair, trying hard not to touch himself...he's in that good of a mood
c: (under his breath) Mmm. Rmmm. I am so hot. Whew hew. The roof...the roof...the roof is on fire...
m: Hey, there, big boy. (saunters up to the kitten and starts dancing with him)
c: Erm. Hi. (turns around and gyrates in a new direction)
m: Do not go away, Kitty Kat. I am model, and you is boyband---
c: I prefer vocal group!
m: Whatever. (dances up close to c) Model and pop singer belong together, oui? It is like, um, how you say, peanut butter and Nelly?
c: I'm sorry, you're not my type.
m: (turns around, swiveling her model behind all over c's body) Of course I am your type. I am model. I am tres belle, I am tall, and I am glamorous. And I have tan!
c: (under his breath) Shit. Where's Justin when you need him...
m: Dance with me, you big juicy powder puff! We make beautiful picture in tabloid, and zen zee whole America know my name.
c: Why does this sound familiar?
m: Shut up and grind me, you pink grapefruit! Oh la la! You are so bony, and yet so strong.
c: Yes. As are you. Maybe you should have something to eat.
m: Non, I eat a few hours ago. 2 lines today, no more. You want some coke, powder puff?
c: No, I had a Pepsi earlier.
m: Stupid American zucchini! No matter, I dance with you anyway! Show zee cameraman how much you want and desire me, grapefruit!
c: Well...ok...um...
m: Come on, tangerine, wrap your arms around me and love me because....I am model.
c: Well...
m: Ugh! Hurry, before cameraman go away. Pretend I am someone you really love...someone you want to make the sticky bad-bad with right now! Someone you want to bend over and have your powder puff way with!
c: Oh. (loses himself in the pounding music and the warm body in his arms) Mmmm....Jus...
m: Yes, that is it, grapefruit. Make zee dirty dancing with me. I am all hot and bothered now. I might decide to do you tonight, if you are good.
c: Ok, Jus.
m: Who is dis "Jus" girl you whispering about? And what is that in your pocket? Are you going to do me, grapefruit, or what? I am model, and will not be denied!
c: Shit. Let's go, heifer.
m: Heif-er? Is that like, "Beautiful model goddess"?
c: Exactly.
I guess I've decided that she is French...or something.
Zaen
(music pumping)
C dances by himself, feeling the beat, tossing his hair, trying hard not to touch himself...he's in that good of a mood
c: (under his breath) Mmm. Rmmm. I am so hot. Whew hew. The roof...the roof...the roof is on fire...
m: Hey, there, big boy. (saunters up to the kitten and starts dancing with him)
c: Erm. Hi. (turns around and gyrates in a new direction)
m: Do not go away, Kitty Kat. I am model, and you is boyband---
c: I prefer vocal group!
m: Whatever. (dances up close to c) Model and pop singer belong together, oui? It is like, um, how you say, peanut butter and Nelly?
c: I'm sorry, you're not my type.
m: (turns around, swiveling her model behind all over c's body) Of course I am your type. I am model. I am tres belle, I am tall, and I am glamorous. And I have tan!
c: (under his breath) Shit. Where's Justin when you need him...
m: Dance with me, you big juicy powder puff! We make beautiful picture in tabloid, and zen zee whole America know my name.
c: Why does this sound familiar?
m: Shut up and grind me, you pink grapefruit! Oh la la! You are so bony, and yet so strong.
c: Yes. As are you. Maybe you should have something to eat.
m: Non, I eat a few hours ago. 2 lines today, no more. You want some coke, powder puff?
c: No, I had a Pepsi earlier.
m: Stupid American zucchini! No matter, I dance with you anyway! Show zee cameraman how much you want and desire me, grapefruit!
c: Well...ok...um...
m: Come on, tangerine, wrap your arms around me and love me because....I am model.
c: Well...
m: Ugh! Hurry, before cameraman go away. Pretend I am someone you really love...someone you want to make the sticky bad-bad with right now! Someone you want to bend over and have your powder puff way with!
c: Oh. (loses himself in the pounding music and the warm body in his arms) Mmmm....Jus...
m: Yes, that is it, grapefruit. Make zee dirty dancing with me. I am all hot and bothered now. I might decide to do you tonight, if you are good.
c: Ok, Jus.
m: Who is dis "Jus" girl you whispering about? And what is that in your pocket? Are you going to do me, grapefruit, or what? I am model, and will not be denied!
c: Shit. Let's go, heifer.
m: Heif-er? Is that like, "Beautiful model goddess"?
c: Exactly.
I guess I've decided that she is French...or something.
Zaen