PG | Player Number Two | J2
Title: Player Number Two
Words: 1,400
Rating: PG
Summary: Jensen is a waiter in a 24-hour diner and Halloween brings out the freaks.
Notes: amindaya posted that she wanted to see Jensen as an overnight waiter and Jared as a goofy, costumed customer. Voila!
“So, when do you get off?”
Jensen stops in his tracks, balancing an omelet, short stack, and meat lover’s skillet on his tray. Working overnight at Millie’s 24 hour diner has its perks - mostly the fact that he can eat for free and keep a late schedule. The downsides pretty much consist of raucous, drunken diners and being hit on regularly.
It’s worse following Halloween, he’s finding, dozens of over-inebriated girls in the trashiest costumes known to man (most don’t exactly qualify as costumes, just bras and short shorts with absurd wigs) and he turns to find a whole table of girls who barely look old enough to drink yet have obviously had more than their fill. The one at the end of the booth, with rainbow knee socks, black shorts, bejeweled bra, and a bright gold bob wig, leans over the edge of the table, tipping her head far into the aisle.
“Or, when can I help you get off?” she asks between smacking her gum.
The other three at the table huddle down, full of giggles and spilling most of their food and drink. He frowns at the thought of cleaning up the whole mess of that table and then shoots Slutty Rainbow Brite a tight smirk. “Oh, sweetheart, you are far too young.”
“I can be whatever age you want.”
“And far too female,” he quickly adds and moves to the table in the back to deliver their order. He logs the sides to bring back - more water, an extra order of hashbrowns, and a fresh bottle of ketchup - and moves to the table to his right that just sat down. He stares at two guys in matching overalls, each in red and green shirts with matching hats, and comically large black mustaches.
“How ya doin’ there?” the tall one, Luigi, asks, tweaking the edge of his mustache and grinning.
Jensen laughs and flaps his order pad in his hand. “That’s nice. Old school Mario and Luigi.”
The guy slams his rubber plunger onto the table, making it suction to the table and the stick wobble back and forth. “Are we too obvious?” he asks playfully.
“Just the right amount of obvious. What can I get you guys?”
Mario flaps his menu at the end of the table. “I’ll have a double cheeseburger, seasoned fries, and a Sprite.”
“And for you?” Jensen asks the other guy, pulling Mario’s menu under his other arm.
“How about your number?” Luigi asks.
“That’s not on the menu,” he replies rather calmly. A guy hitting on him in the diner happens on occasion, so he’s not too shocked, and he’s not about to give in to Nintendo’s first Player Number 2. He has some standards.
Luigi lets out an exaggerated huff and yanks his hat off to drop it on the table. “Can’t say I didn’t try.”
Here, Jensen stalls and has to swallow because Luigi, even with the broad felt mustache, is actually ridiculously good looking. His eyes are bright and open, hair disheveled but pulled away from his tanned face, and a dimple pops on either side of his mustache when he smiles up at Jensen.
“I’ll just take strawberry pancakes with scrambled eggs.” Luigi pauses and turns his head a little, as if assessing Jensen’s stare, and adds, “And sausage. I love me some sausage.”
Jensen clears his throat and finds himself smiling even though he doesn’t want to show his cards. “Links or patties?”
“How about links? I like ‘em in my mouth.”
Laughing awkwardly, Jensen jots down the order on his pad. “And to drink?”
“Chocolate milkshake,” Luigi answers with a raised eyebrow.
Jensen can imagine the next words referring to creams of all kinds, so he ignores the way his cheeks go warm, grabs Luigi’s menu, and leaves the table.
Five minutes later, he delivers their drinks and absolutely does not watch how Luigi wraps his lips around the straw and sucks with his eyes right on him.
After he swallows with a loud smack of his lips, Luigi’s eyes drop down Jensen’s shirt and read his nametag. “So, Jensen, when do you get off?”
Jensen chuckles and glances back towards the table of neon wigs that had said the same thing not too long ago. “Often,” he says with a smirk and walks to another table.
Another fifteen minutes and Jensen delivers Mario and Luigi’s plates and surprisingly, Luigi stays quiet, yet his eyes comb over Jensen, even as he has to lift the felt mustache to get a forkful of pancake into his mouth. Then he moans lasciviously and grins up at Jensen.
Jensen knows he’s smiling when he checks on his other tables, wanting to laugh so hard at the ridiculousness.
When he gets back to Mario and Luigi’s table, they’re halfway through their meal and in need of drink refills. Mario taps at his cup and keeps talking on his cell, leaving just Jensen and Luigi to look at each other.
“So,” Luigi starts slowly. “How’s your plumbing?”
“My plumbing is just fine,” Jensen replies a bit smugly.
“That’s good. You gotta clean ‘em out regularly you know?”
“Yes, I know.”
Luigi puts his elbow on the table and leans closer to Jensen. “If you ever need help with that, I’m a professional.”
“Oh, I bet,” Jensen chuckles.
“You should see me lay pipe.”
“Wow,” Jensen says rather loudly with surprise. “I didn’t think you’d get to that line so fast.”
“I can go slow, too, Jensen. It’s all about how fast you want me to screw it in.” Before Jensen can reply, Luigi stretches his hands out and back in. “I’m real good with my hands.”
“I bet you are,” he says with a small nod.
Luigi’s voice goes easy as does his smile. “So, really, what time do you get off?”
Jensen thinks on it, wondering if he’s really willing to give in to the green plumber. He’s aware it’s only three and figures there’s no way someone would stick around, or even turn back up after being out drinking all night, so he answers, “I’m off at seven.”
Luigi grins. “Maybe I’ll come back for breakfast.”
“And this is?” he asks, pointing at the smeared plate of pancakes, whip cream, and strawberry syrup.
“Our first date?”
Jensen shakes his head and smiles, finally conceding to the ridiculousness of this night, but at least it’s entertaining.
The next time he stops by the table, he drops off their check, shares a smile with Luigi, and leaves before more innuendos can fly. He gets to another handful of tables, a quick rush with a nearby bar closing at three. After taking and placing those orders, he cleans up Mario and Luigi’s now-empty table, clearing a nice tip, and reconsidering how much he should flirt with patrons to up his nightly take.
Come seven, he rolls up his waist apron and checks out of his shift. Outside, there’s a tall guy leaning against the edge of building, hands in loose jeans, and a hat tucked down low. He looks over to Jensen and stands up with a shy smile.
It takes a few seconds to see the red blotch on his upper lip and shallow dimples, and Jensen smiles as he realizes it’s Luigi.
The guy pushes his shoulders up and nods, putting his hand out for Jensen to shake. “Hi, I’m Jared.”
“No Luigi?” Jensen asks playfully as he shakes his hand. Jared looks awkward, maybe shy, when he chuckles, takes his hand back, and rubs a thumb at the edge of his mouth. Jensen fakes a gasp. “You’re not even a plumber!”
“No, but I really do know how to lay pipe.”
Jensen smirks. “Now that sounds more like you.”
Jared shrugs and bites his lower lip. “I might’ve been a li’l drunk.”
“No, really?”
“Yes, really,” he laughs lightly. “Also? You’re really good looking, I couldn’t not say something.”
Jensen chuckles and walks towards his car, motioning Jared to follow. “So, you’re not a plumber, but I really am a waiter and you probably wanna sleep,” he says before he realizes how stupid it is. He’s thinking, though, that it might be wise to point out his schedule is pretty fucked up.
“I’m really a bartender, so I hear ya on the hours.”
Stopping at his car, Jensen smirks at Jared. “This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.”
Jared’s voice drops, closer to how he was while dining inside. “Well, I was kinda hoping for more than that.”
“Me, too, Luigi. Me, too.”
Words: 1,400
Rating: PG
Summary: Jensen is a waiter in a 24-hour diner and Halloween brings out the freaks.
Notes: amindaya posted that she wanted to see Jensen as an overnight waiter and Jared as a goofy, costumed customer. Voila!
“So, when do you get off?”
Jensen stops in his tracks, balancing an omelet, short stack, and meat lover’s skillet on his tray. Working overnight at Millie’s 24 hour diner has its perks - mostly the fact that he can eat for free and keep a late schedule. The downsides pretty much consist of raucous, drunken diners and being hit on regularly.
It’s worse following Halloween, he’s finding, dozens of over-inebriated girls in the trashiest costumes known to man (most don’t exactly qualify as costumes, just bras and short shorts with absurd wigs) and he turns to find a whole table of girls who barely look old enough to drink yet have obviously had more than their fill. The one at the end of the booth, with rainbow knee socks, black shorts, bejeweled bra, and a bright gold bob wig, leans over the edge of the table, tipping her head far into the aisle.
“Or, when can I help you get off?” she asks between smacking her gum.
The other three at the table huddle down, full of giggles and spilling most of their food and drink. He frowns at the thought of cleaning up the whole mess of that table and then shoots Slutty Rainbow Brite a tight smirk. “Oh, sweetheart, you are far too young.”
“I can be whatever age you want.”
“And far too female,” he quickly adds and moves to the table in the back to deliver their order. He logs the sides to bring back - more water, an extra order of hashbrowns, and a fresh bottle of ketchup - and moves to the table to his right that just sat down. He stares at two guys in matching overalls, each in red and green shirts with matching hats, and comically large black mustaches.
“How ya doin’ there?” the tall one, Luigi, asks, tweaking the edge of his mustache and grinning.
Jensen laughs and flaps his order pad in his hand. “That’s nice. Old school Mario and Luigi.”
The guy slams his rubber plunger onto the table, making it suction to the table and the stick wobble back and forth. “Are we too obvious?” he asks playfully.
“Just the right amount of obvious. What can I get you guys?”
Mario flaps his menu at the end of the table. “I’ll have a double cheeseburger, seasoned fries, and a Sprite.”
“And for you?” Jensen asks the other guy, pulling Mario’s menu under his other arm.
“How about your number?” Luigi asks.
“That’s not on the menu,” he replies rather calmly. A guy hitting on him in the diner happens on occasion, so he’s not too shocked, and he’s not about to give in to Nintendo’s first Player Number 2. He has some standards.
Luigi lets out an exaggerated huff and yanks his hat off to drop it on the table. “Can’t say I didn’t try.”
Here, Jensen stalls and has to swallow because Luigi, even with the broad felt mustache, is actually ridiculously good looking. His eyes are bright and open, hair disheveled but pulled away from his tanned face, and a dimple pops on either side of his mustache when he smiles up at Jensen.
“I’ll just take strawberry pancakes with scrambled eggs.” Luigi pauses and turns his head a little, as if assessing Jensen’s stare, and adds, “And sausage. I love me some sausage.”
Jensen clears his throat and finds himself smiling even though he doesn’t want to show his cards. “Links or patties?”
“How about links? I like ‘em in my mouth.”
Laughing awkwardly, Jensen jots down the order on his pad. “And to drink?”
“Chocolate milkshake,” Luigi answers with a raised eyebrow.
Jensen can imagine the next words referring to creams of all kinds, so he ignores the way his cheeks go warm, grabs Luigi’s menu, and leaves the table.
Five minutes later, he delivers their drinks and absolutely does not watch how Luigi wraps his lips around the straw and sucks with his eyes right on him.
After he swallows with a loud smack of his lips, Luigi’s eyes drop down Jensen’s shirt and read his nametag. “So, Jensen, when do you get off?”
Jensen chuckles and glances back towards the table of neon wigs that had said the same thing not too long ago. “Often,” he says with a smirk and walks to another table.
Another fifteen minutes and Jensen delivers Mario and Luigi’s plates and surprisingly, Luigi stays quiet, yet his eyes comb over Jensen, even as he has to lift the felt mustache to get a forkful of pancake into his mouth. Then he moans lasciviously and grins up at Jensen.
Jensen knows he’s smiling when he checks on his other tables, wanting to laugh so hard at the ridiculousness.
When he gets back to Mario and Luigi’s table, they’re halfway through their meal and in need of drink refills. Mario taps at his cup and keeps talking on his cell, leaving just Jensen and Luigi to look at each other.
“So,” Luigi starts slowly. “How’s your plumbing?”
“My plumbing is just fine,” Jensen replies a bit smugly.
“That’s good. You gotta clean ‘em out regularly you know?”
“Yes, I know.”
Luigi puts his elbow on the table and leans closer to Jensen. “If you ever need help with that, I’m a professional.”
“Oh, I bet,” Jensen chuckles.
“You should see me lay pipe.”
“Wow,” Jensen says rather loudly with surprise. “I didn’t think you’d get to that line so fast.”
“I can go slow, too, Jensen. It’s all about how fast you want me to screw it in.” Before Jensen can reply, Luigi stretches his hands out and back in. “I’m real good with my hands.”
“I bet you are,” he says with a small nod.
Luigi’s voice goes easy as does his smile. “So, really, what time do you get off?”
Jensen thinks on it, wondering if he’s really willing to give in to the green plumber. He’s aware it’s only three and figures there’s no way someone would stick around, or even turn back up after being out drinking all night, so he answers, “I’m off at seven.”
Luigi grins. “Maybe I’ll come back for breakfast.”
“And this is?” he asks, pointing at the smeared plate of pancakes, whip cream, and strawberry syrup.
“Our first date?”
Jensen shakes his head and smiles, finally conceding to the ridiculousness of this night, but at least it’s entertaining.
The next time he stops by the table, he drops off their check, shares a smile with Luigi, and leaves before more innuendos can fly. He gets to another handful of tables, a quick rush with a nearby bar closing at three. After taking and placing those orders, he cleans up Mario and Luigi’s now-empty table, clearing a nice tip, and reconsidering how much he should flirt with patrons to up his nightly take.
Come seven, he rolls up his waist apron and checks out of his shift. Outside, there’s a tall guy leaning against the edge of building, hands in loose jeans, and a hat tucked down low. He looks over to Jensen and stands up with a shy smile.
It takes a few seconds to see the red blotch on his upper lip and shallow dimples, and Jensen smiles as he realizes it’s Luigi.
The guy pushes his shoulders up and nods, putting his hand out for Jensen to shake. “Hi, I’m Jared.”
“No Luigi?” Jensen asks playfully as he shakes his hand. Jared looks awkward, maybe shy, when he chuckles, takes his hand back, and rubs a thumb at the edge of his mouth. Jensen fakes a gasp. “You’re not even a plumber!”
“No, but I really do know how to lay pipe.”
Jensen smirks. “Now that sounds more like you.”
Jared shrugs and bites his lower lip. “I might’ve been a li’l drunk.”
“No, really?”
“Yes, really,” he laughs lightly. “Also? You’re really good looking, I couldn’t not say something.”
Jensen chuckles and walks towards his car, motioning Jared to follow. “So, you’re not a plumber, but I really am a waiter and you probably wanna sleep,” he says before he realizes how stupid it is. He’s thinking, though, that it might be wise to point out his schedule is pretty fucked up.
“I’m really a bartender, so I hear ya on the hours.”
Stopping at his car, Jensen smirks at Jared. “This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.”
Jared’s voice drops, closer to how he was while dining inside. “Well, I was kinda hoping for more than that.”
“Me, too, Luigi. Me, too.”