A Night Out

[Jason Campbell]

Jason had no plan for the night other than staying inside. He just got back from work and had made a mental note not to keep working at home. But he knew it shouldn’t take very long before he actually keep on his research. It was more a question of when than if. He should really get a dog or something. Not a cat. There was something about cats, made you look like an old maid or something, and people considered Jason boring enough as he was right now. Even a dog was not that good of an idea, come to think of it. He was not nearly home enough to take care of a pet and it would just be so cruel to put even an animal through this.

Ordering some food might be a good idea. Or cooking, come to think of it but as usual, Jason forgot to buy some groceries. Oh well, he’ll take a shower first. He could really use one, he smelled like antiseptic and the urine one accidentally threw his way earlier. Yeah, a shower sounded like a good idea. And then, he’ll scour through the different flyers he had to decide which restaurant he would order from.

The water felt good. Didn't help deciding what he’d do of his evening but it was nice. If he was putting nearly as many efforts in the rest of his life as he did in his job, he would train right now. Because he had been putting on a bit of weight and even if he did work out, he should balance it better. He really was a yoyo when it came to his weight, forgetting to eat one week, stuffing his face full the next. It’s not like he didn’t know how bad it was. But his mind wandered towards Zoe and her case. It fascinated him, on a mental level. He shouldn’t think of that, this was what he reminded himself as he exited the shower. But it was not like he had anything else to do tonight. Right?

[JJ Johnson]

Tonight was the fucking night! JJ had dressed in his bro-iest of bro outfits, which meant that he had a shirt so tight that it looked like a good strong flex would cause fabric shrapnel to go spiraling in all directions. He'd thrown his leather jacket over this, of course, and had gotten a set of chain necklaces to drape around his neck for extra fucking awesome. His pants were black leather and clung to him in painful detail. So he'd had to do some wiggling in order to get them over his titanic... well, we won't go quite that far. He'd already texted Jason a few times, though he wasn't sure that the doctor fucking knew how to fucking text. He was beginning to suspect as much.

Soon JJ was pulling in front of the doctor's house in a loud, flashing car that looked like it had taken a significant portion of his paycheck to pay (it wasn't paid off, of course). He beat the horn a few times before his impatience got the better of him. The door hadn't been locked (for shame, Jason; there were agents about who wanted to murder!), so JJ just strolled right in. Were this a comedy or some kind of television show or something, he probably would've walked in right as Jason walked out of the shower. Thankfully, this was RPing instead.

So JJ walked around the house a bit before hearing something. "HEY, CAMPBELL, YOU FUCKING HOME!?" he yelled, demonstrating his tact as he headed toward the noise. "WE'RE SUPPOSED TO HIT THE FUCKING TOWN HARD TONIGHT, BRO, GET US SOME BITCHES AND SHIT." Of course he talked like that; stop looking surprised.

[Jason Campbell]

Jason barely remembered the vague promise he made to JJ, a while back, after healing him. He said so many things, most of the time to keep the man away, that he could not recall them all. His ego had been hurt a bit as the cop implied Jason was nothing but a boring old fart, probably playing Dungeons & Dragons on the weekend. It must be why he agreed for a night out in town with the man, to show he was neither an old man nor a hermit of sort. He did get a text about JJ earlier on but ignored it. The other ones, he got while being in the shower and now out of it. He didn't dress immediately. He was home and nowhere to go, so with the towel wrapped around his hips, he had his clothes washed, then went to find something with less piss on to wear.

He heard a horn outside but did not think for one second this could be for him. Who would seriously be honking for him? Not to add it was quite annoying to hear. Whoever it was for, they better get out already. Or the one in the car should knock at the door or something. He startled however as he was putting on some pants, when a clear, loud and easily recognizable voice made his walls tremble. No fricking way! Jason wanted to get out of his room, as if looking would make him understand it was just the answering machine or something and not the actual guy standing in his doorstep.

With the pants only halfway up, he tried to walk, jumping a bit as he put it on. The guy was not at his doorstep. He was now in his hallway, walking towards his bedroom. “What the hell are you yelling for?” he said. Of course, asking what he was doing here in the first place might be a better idea, but he heard enough ‘fucking’ in one minute not to have JJ insult him about growing deaf or something. He zipped his jeans and looked at JJ. Of course, he still could not believe the balls this guy had for entering like this, totally unannounced as if he had every right to. But he knew talking ethic would lead him nowhere with him. “When did I agree for a night out?” he asked, looking around his home as if he might have something better to do. Which he sadly didn’t. But he would not admit it to him.

[giving JJ that little treat because who knows when he will ever be able to see that again xD]

[JJ Johnson]

"Oh hey, pants," said JJ, his eyes immediately going down to Jason's waist. well, technically a bit below the waist, so "waist-area" might be the most apt description. He didn't look up until the jeans were fully in place. Then he had a bare chest to ogle. While a guy's chest might not be quite as exciting as a female's, there was still something to be said for it. Plus, JJ more or less knew this was probably as naked as he'd ever get to see Jason Campbell. Unless the doctor got extremely drunk or they somehow wound up in a threeway (and yes, that idea has now been planted in JJ's twisted mind).

"And I was yelling because I didn't know where you were, obviously,' said JJ, grunting. He could at least answer a question. he looked around now. He'd found Jason, which meant he could spend a few moments looking around Jason's house. JJ couldn't recall if he'd actually been here before, and he figured that if he had, he'd probably been too out of it to really remember. Which apparently qualified for doctors too. JJ looked over at Jason, chuckling.

"Yeah right," he said, shaking his head. He raised a hand to point at Jason. "When you came over and patched me up for the gravel thing. We' were totally gonna hit the town, get some fine ass hoes and shit," JJ nodded, then raked Jason with his eyes. "You should probably put on some cologne or something. Chicks did that shit. That and getting all sweaty. Primal musk, man. But we'll work up a sweat or something," he winked, obviously implying various ideas on that. He actually had a few, mostly involving some manly activities or shit. Though around Kalispell, you could pretty much only go clubbing if you wanted to head out. Or bar-fighting, but JJ's mind was obviously on getting someone to ride his disco stick.

[Jason Campbell]

Jason should’ve known better than to show up in front of JJ looking like this. The guy had never been very subtle and he proved it again by the way he stared at Jason. The doctor rolled his eyes, now tempted to head back in his room and get a shirt pronto. When would he understand that he needed to get a gender swap for Jason to start to be even remotely interested? He probably knew. But that didn’t stop him from looking, or getting any ideas, or sharing those ideas out loud. Jason was not particularly prude. He didn’t consider himself as someone you’d enjoy watching naked, or half-naked. But he didn't like the perverted thoughts he could almost hear out of JJ’s brain and so was eager to put something on.

Jason did let JJ in his home, when he showed up in a shitty state, but he never let him get past the kitchen or the living room. This part of the house, was new to him, given JJ ever bothered to look at the man’s house and its decor. After all, Jason would never have let him wander, especially not around his room. Who knows just what he would have needed to pull out to get him out otherwise.

He tried to recall when exactly he told JJ he was up for some night out with him, hard or not, bitches involved or not. JJ provided the answer and Jason slowly recalled how he told the man he would come with him someday, if only to show he was not some boring old fart who spent his entire weekend reading or watching some documentaries. He paused there a moment as he thought of it, no longer caring if he was bare chest in front of the biggest, and sadly bisexual, douchebag in town. Ass hoes and shit. Yeah, that sounded the kind of stuff JJ would be into.

“Right,” he said as he remembered it now. He left JJ in the corridor even though he suspected he would join him in the room. He grabbed a black shirt and put it on. Maybe he didn’t look like JJ right now, more casual and all, but he was not seeing it as a bad thing. “I assume if you came to pick me up it’s because you already have a plan in mind for the night?” he asked though he considered it very likely that the plan was no plan at all. Jason didn’t put cologne. The ‘chicks’ will have to deal with male body wash only. He grabbed his leather jacket, yes even the good doctor had a leather jacket don’t you judge him and kind of forced both of them out of the room and back in the living areas. “And where are we supposed to head first?” he asked, trying again to erase all mental images he had about working up a sweat, especially since they involved JJ. He sadly saw too much of the man to leave most to imagination. Made the images too clear.

[JJ Johnson]

JJ wasn't that disappointed to see Jason putting on a shirt. Getting dressed was kind of the next step in the whole going out process. Sure, it meant that, for the moment, JJ wasn't going to get a good, long look at Jason, but he'd get some of those later. Besides, JJ's mind was more focused on the people out of this house instead of the people in it. Jason had made it clear that he wasn't interested, and there were so many people who were, or who were drunk enough to not really know the difference.

The doctor did usher JJ into a corridor, where he did what every manchild would do: he began looking at things with his hands, picking up a few things and holding them. Jason's question had JJ looking over, giving Jason a quick scan. That would work, he guessed. "Well, I figure we got two options: we can go get some booze in our system first, and then go check out the honeys at the Silverlight. You ever do shots out of someone's belly button? That's the shit man. We'll get you doing at least two girls at once, right off the belly, man," said JJ, grinning. "The college aged girls are all up in there. It's like ladies night or some shit," which sometimes meant that they didn't want ladies.

"Unless you want to get some adrenaline flowing first," JJ grinned at this. "'cuz then there's this race just outside of town, big ass cars and shit. The girls won't be as drunk though, but we can always hit a club after," because clearly that was where they were going to end up at some point in the evening. So far the only surprising thing was that JJ hadn't suggested laser tag, and believe me, it's on the list.

[Jason Campbell]

Jason took a moment to look at his friend. The shirt was so tightly close to the body that it almost looked painted on him. And the pants... For a moment he checked at himself in his jeans and t-shirt. It did have a somewhat boring touch to it, plain in comparison. He was almost surprised JJ didn’t say anything about it though. But, unlike JJ, he was not interested in showing just how much he wanted to get laid even through his clothing. Anyway, even if he wanted to, he didn’t have clothes nearly as tight as what the cop had on right now.

Jason tried to prevent JJ from touching everything. Not that he minded for most of what was around, Jason’s decoration was sparse and not very expensive. But he had a couple of books and paper he’d rather not have JJ disturbing. The level of immaturity the man could show at times was frustrating for whoever had to deal with it but Jason reminded himself that soon they would be in a bar and his attention would be drawn on someone else. He tried not to sigh at the thought of the damage control he might have to do behind JJ. Then again, those girls must be used to guys hitting on them, sometimes in the most vulgar of ways. It might actually be fun to see JJ in action. He wasn’t sure what would be best: so be proven the man could charm a woman or to watch him get slapped by a bunch of them.

He was not surprised at JJ’s lack of tact. It had been a while since it last shocked him. “I know you think I’m old and boring but let me clarify some things here. I’ve been to parties before, I know what a stripper is like and yes I’ve drank booze out of a woman’s belly button. I even did the whole tequila thing with the shot between her breasts. I think I even did all of this in the same party,” he replied. Thank you, bachelor party. With that said, Jason expected JJ to look surprised, if not a bit proud of his ‘boring, old’ friend. He wasn’t sure it was the kind of things you should look proud of but hey, it was JJ and the man only had primary needs and the mind that came with it. For his ego’s sake, Jason wanted to say this, before JJ would start acting like he has to hold his hand the whole time or something.

JJ then suggested races. “Yeah, cars aren’t really my thing but I doubt you’ll get many girls at this hour,” he said checking on the time. It might be a tad early for a club. Jason was not as much of an adrenaline junkie but if he could get some out of JJ first, maybe this night won’t end up too crazy. “Let’s just do it as you feel. You probably want some action before getting... well some action,” he told him. Hey, if he was to be thrown into the insane world of JJ Johnson, why not go all the way. At this point, he was just glad the guy didn’t bring out the idea of a strip club although mentioning strippers earlier might have given him the idea now.

[JJ Johnson]

JJ attempted to pay attention as Jason began his whole "I know you think I'm old" speech. He looked at Jason and everything. True, he did start to space out there for a bit, figuring this was Jason attempting to defend himself and come off as something less than the boring ass doctor they both knew he actually was. Strippers, booze and... wait, strippers! "Dude, strippers!" said JJ, his face lighting up. Clearly he'd stopped listening at this point. "we should totally go pick up some strippers and shit! Get you a private dance and some more bellybutton shots and crap; help you remember your good old days. Aw, damn, the closest strip club is in the next town over. Gets some good college girls and shit though." He nodded, licking his lips, obviously excited about this.

Which meant that he could of course ignore the rest of what Jason said. They'd get some action by driving to the next town, get their strip club on, then swing back to Kalispell for a night of it. They could do some racing stuff later. Besides, JJ had wrecked a car a few months ago, and he hadn't been positive that they'd just let him waltz back in. He just figured that he could bust a few heads, have Jason fix him up, and be off on it.

"We'll have to swing by an ATM though; gotta get some bills and shit," said JJ, patting himself down. He was still wondering if he could somehow combine strippers and fast cars or something. Well, there was mud wrestling, which was less cars and more fighting, but JJ didn't know of any of those events happening anywhere nearby, and he always knew when there was mud wrestling going down.

[Jason Campbell]

Yes, strippers. Jason might not be a regular of strip clubs but he did know what strippers looked like. Or what they did for a living and how they did it. He bet JJ was more the regular customer type for them. Not that he did not enjoyed a naked, or even semi-naked, lady teasing him and everything. But he usually preferred not to pay for that. Of course, he was not surprised one bit that JJ didn’t bother to listen further than that and picked it up as an idea of something to do. Jason sighed at the thought of a private dance. He knew JJ was more than able to pay someone behind his back for this to happen. And calling it his good old days...

Somehow, he had the feeling JJ’s mind was now set on the strip club, no matter how far it may be. How far could be the next town anyway? God, did he really think that? He was turning like JJ! But he did say he would go for it and somehow he supposed strippers were not the worst the cop could come up with. Besides, Jason wouldn’t have to heal anyone that way. The downside of course was that he would be with JJ in another town and so it would be harder to get back home if tired of it. But he also didn’t want to look too boring. He was tired of being referred to that way. Even if JJ probably thought everyone acting like an adult was boring. His ego decided for him.

“Don’t you have a car?” he pointed out when JJ mentioned it would be far. It never was that far with a vehicle. Jason shrugged when he said they’d have to stop to get some cash. He was just glad at this point he didn’t assume that since he was a doctor he had to be rich and so would make him pay for everything. Jason was still repaying the loan he took for his studies. “Fine with me,” he replied, getting out of his house with JJ. He had enough cash on himself, or so he assumed. Then again, he had no idea just how many bills you were supposed to slip in a stripper’s panties. He was half tempted to ask JJ but he doubted the man would get the joke.

[JJ Johnson]

"Of course I have a car!' said JJ, snorting. "How the hell do you think I got here?" no, no, he did see what Jason was getting at with that comment. That would've required a good deal more thought than JJ cared to give to his daily activities. He simply walked out of the man's house, thrilled and pumped and other such synonyms at his success: He'd gotten the doctor to agree to hitting up some strip clubs. He was pretty sure the closest one would allow them to drink too, though they'd have to figure out some kinda system. JJ wanted to get drunk, but he also wanted Jason to enjoy himself. Two conflicting goals... that did not work out for JJ, as, well, he obviously wasn't much of a thinker.

He'd stopped outside Jason's house then, his hands in his pockets, fingering his keys. As was to be expected, a sports car that had been new once upon a time sat a short distance from the door. It still looked fairly sleek and "sexy," but it also looked like someone had thrown up on it a few times and probably slammed something into a few spots here and there. JJ did have to spend all that dirty money somewhere besides strippers, hookers, and booze.

"Man, this is gonna be awesome," he admitted. Still didn't move; thinking and moving would be a little taxing. "I just can't figure out how we're both gonna get drunk... guess we could call a cab or something..." but those cost money, which would cut into the stripper fund. Oh, cruel irony.

[Jason Campbell]

It would seem JJ didn’t understand what he meant when he mentioned the car. Of course the doctor knew he had a car. He was not asking the question that way, merely pointing that distance did not matter as much as if they went out by foot. For a moment, he did consider explaining what he meant but he decided to give up before any sound escaped his mouth. It was useless. Even if he explained to JJ that he only meant the strippers weren’t that far away if they could drive to them, the man would probably just at most shrug and hurry Jason then to get his ass in the car so they could get there. JJ was not one to feel embarrassment when he should, he wouldn’t get it. So why was waste any saliva and time on this? Exactly.

The way JJ acted, you’d think they were about to get to the Super Bowl or something. It was just a strip club. Jason highly doubted the man never went to one of his life. He could more imagine him having a regular table and a few favorite girls. He walked outside, paused to look at the car. He had seen it before, of course, considering the number of time he had been called to JJ’s house for some quick healing off the record. He always thought it was fitting the man’s personality perfectly.

“How about some moderation? At least until we get back to Kalispell. Then you can drink ‘til you can’t remember your name,” he told JJ as the man was trying to balance their money for the girls with the level of alcohol they could take, all while including the price of a cab. Was his little brain burning right now? He better leave these equations to Jason. Anyway, Jason didn't intend to get that drunk. But he could see how JJ would have a hard time with watching himself there. Jason walked towards the car. “We can still sort it out later, I thought you were eager to go,” he let out. There was something in his voice almost challenging JJ to show him just how eager he was indeed. He might regret it later, but he didn’t want to do some arithmetic.

[JJ Johnson]

This was, perhaps, one of the nice side effects about being JJ. Sure, they were just heading to a strip club or whatever, but JJ intended to love every minute of it. Already he could feel his blood pumping, and there was a very good chance that his power would kick in before the night was through (which was probably just what Jason wanted to experience). JJ literally got high on the day to day minutiae, if only because his brain couldn't think much further than that.

Hence why Jason's suggestion that JJ try moderation almost blew his mind.  He stared at the doctor for a few seconds, his brain obviously struggling to process this wicked awesome information. Soon that grin returned, showing far too many teeth. "Duuuude, that is an awesome idea! We'll just knock back a few at the strip club, then get hammered in Kalispell!" JJ smacked his car, letting out a little whoop before hopping into the driver's seat. "You bet your ass I'm ready to go! So get into the damn car!" JJ gestured for the other man to do so.

JJ slid the keys into the ignition, turning on the car, which of course roared to life. JJ gunned it a few times, obviously enjoying himself far, far more than was strictly necessary. At least he wouldn't get started until Jason was in the car. the doctor would have to buckle on the road though (oddly enough, JJ had buckled when he slid into the car; police habit apparently leaking through).

[Jason Campbell]

Jason could act as if the bar-hopping and whoring JJ meant to drag him into was fastidious to him, a part of him was still interested. A night to chill, out of research and lab and tests and sick patients. Where his biggest concern will be whether he wanted to spend his cash on another beer or another girl. Jason needed to relax and he seemed so bad at doing so on his own. Luckily, you couldn’t find someone better to forget about being serious than JJ Johnson. If Jason tried even just a little to back away, JJ shall be able to bring him back in the fun wagon. Being an asshole for a night wasn’t enough to condemn you anyway, right?

JJ actually surprised him when he seemed to find his idea good. He never would have thought the man would ever back up moderation, of any kind. You simply had to look at him to know that clearly was not something he was used to. The man was pretty much walking with ‘extreme’ written big above his head. And just like that Jason became the one slowing them down.

He got into the car and buckled up. He was ready for it. Well, perhaps not yet. Jason still needed to loosen up a bit. But he supposed it would happen once he’d be sitting down, a beer in his hands, filtering through JJ’s ramble on the girls and what he’d like to do to them. How did women fall for that? Oh wait, he knew. He was like a condom: you use him to get your fun and once that was done, you toss him away. He had to accept the fact, men like JJ had the one-night stands and Jason ended up with the ones with the four cats and imagined your wedding after two dates.

[JJ Johnson]

{might as well write that "extreme" in big ,cartoonish, 90s letters over JJ's head}

They both got situated in the car, and then were off. JJ apparently had not only memorized the speed limits of every road between Kalispell and the nearest strip club, but also knew where all the speed traps just so happened to be. Which meant that the officer of the law knew exactly which stretch of highway to "cut loose" on and gun the machine as fast as it could go for a few minutes, laughing and bouncing his head to the throbbing rock music that he of course had running through the machine.

And no, no that music did not mean that Jason got anything like a reprieve from JJ's talking. Apparently another of the nearly useless skills that JJ had mastered involved speaking over the blaring music, making each and every word heard. How else was he supposed to hit on people in clubs? JJ even explained exactly this to Jason, wanting to give the other guy some tips. Otherwise he'd end up throwing himself on the friend grenade, getting the girl with, like, three cats who thought about your wedding after about three dates.

Somehow they actually managed to arrive at the strip club without dying or meeting another officer of the law. JJ hopped out of the car, as pumped as ever, talking about how he'd load up on ones inside (since most strip clubs now conveniently stocked up on tender for idiots just like JJ), and was practically screaming for Jason to get into the club. There was probably a chest bump in there somewhere too, or at least an attempt at one.

[Jason Campbell]

Alright, Jason was boring. He was ready to admit it should JJ ever complain. Luckily for him, JJ didn't channel ‘Fast and the Furious’ too much as they drove to the next town. He could feel they were going fast and once in a while eyed towards the dashboard. But he chose not to say a thing. Because he did some speeding too, from time to time. And he was not really surprised to see JJ that eager about strippers. Or speeding as a general. In fact, if he had to say anything about JJ’s driving style, he would say the man was actually careful. Sure he could feel the speed but the whole drive went smoothly. It was comforting that there was at least one thing about the man that wasn’t borderline illegal, especially considering he was a cop.

Jason also didn’t mind about the music though he wasn’t as good as JJ was about hearing and talking over it. He wouldn’t admit his own taste in music. He didn’t need to tell the cop he loved jazz and some old rock and roll to know he would laugh at him and probably call him an old man. He wanted to avoid any conversation that might end up with him feeling like he was growing some grey hair or something. He nodded on the most parts at JJ’s flirting tips. Jason thought he could flirt. But he sure was not the aggressive type JJ was like. He would never be able to go to a woman and ask her place or his, even if he thought it. He would not tell JJ but so far his flirting plan was to let his big mouth insult the ladies and have the good doctor come to the rescue, apologize in his stead, offer the girl a drink and so on. Yeah, the douchebag will give him many opportunities, he could feel it. Well, first they would have to behave in the strip club.

As they arrived, Jason had to admire JJ’s enthusiasm. You’d think he never saw semi-naked ladies before. Jason tried to act casual but something told him they probably looked like JJ was dragging a friend along. Well, that could not be helped. But Jason was still able to chill out and planned on proving it with a beer in his hands while pretending to listen to his friend’s ramble. “The girls won’t disappear,” he told JJ as he was nearly screamed at in order to get in the club already. He looked at the place once they passed through the doors. “Why do I get a feeling you might have a table with your name on it here?” he couldn’t help but to say.