"I talk to everyone." Edward wasn't going to lie about that. "And my girlfriend... Look, Jonny, haven't we been over that? I don't ever wanna be a boyfriend. Echo knows me. Echo's just dating me to save her reputation." Kind of, anyway. "Not that different from what you're saying. God-fearing parents. See, my girl loves girls. And boys."
With a shrug and a wink, he took Jonathan's hand again, clearly not fearing any consequences here. "Love is not a choice."
He felt that was clear enough, no matter how high Jonathan was.
"So it's all a fucking game. Figures. Well. I don't want to play in that sense, you know? This wasn't a thing I'll do again, I'm just high and bored. And you're handsome. Which I loathe telling you, you'll never let that one go. Feeds the ego, don't it?" Jonathan teased as they walked out onto the street. He looked around and waited for Edward to lead the way, following idly behind him. Korean chicken was a weird way to end this evening but fine, he was pretty hungry.
"You know, love isn't what I'm ever gonna look for so I don't care what it is. I just don't want it. I like to kiss though, I like to mark, I like to hold you against the wall and take what I want. That's all I know." And he may not want to ever do it again bit it was fun. He was glad he did it.
"Yeah? You like all of that, but you don't want to play?" Edward wasn't buying it. Not one bit. Although he could believe that Jonathan was convinced of his own words. However, he was beginning to think that Jonathan wasn't overly aware of himself, which he found very entertaining. They were close to the shop, so Edward turned around to move in front of Jonathan and stop him, putting his hands against his chest and making a point of looking up at him. "Think that's not the only thing you like."
His mind was connecting. The way Jonathan talked about chemistry. Manufacturing drugs, Suggesting anxiety medication. The high of fear and the excitement of watching those people. Creepy, wasn't it? Edward bit down on his lower lip, then he swallowed. He closed his eyes for a moment and his breath hitched. Pulling up his fear response was not difficult, it turned out, up to and including widened eyes when he opened them again, another hitch in breath ending in a convincingly involuntary gasp and then a quiet whimper that he cut off by pressing his face against Jonathan's chest, shaking a little as he hid against him.
God give him strength. He hated that it worked. He hated that he got hard, that he felt his pulse race and his heart clench. He hated that the noises were all he wanted to hear. He fucking hated that Edward had done it, he'd cracked it. He had fucking worked him out. Jonathan put both hands on Edward and pulled him away, looking into his eyes as he faked fear and -- hell, he was good at it. He just wasn't dilated enough in the eyes. Pity but close enough. Most would never know. "And the Oscar goes to..."
Jonathan sighed and then reached out, cupping one side of Edward's face and forcing him to look at him. "You really wanna play that bad? Come on, Ed. Have dignity."
"Fuck dignity." Edward laughed, clearly entirely shameless about this performance, "I just want that dick."
Well, he could feel it right there, hard against him. Difficult to ignore, not that he was trying to. Maybe he'd have pushed further, poked a little more, played a bit harder, but he heard the door open and close not far from them and so he shrugged, deciding to move things to later. Someone had just walked out of the chicken place and now Edward was holding open the door for Jonathan to walk in. "Smells great, doesn't it?"
"Hey, Ed." Delite was sitting on the counter, which was probably not the most hygienic, especially given his current hair length. Whatever. "Who's your friend?"
"That's Jonathan. Look." Speaking of his lack of dignity or shame, Edward just turned his head to show off his neck.
Delite whistled, giving a thumbs up. "Good job. Want to eat something proper, Jonathan?"
Jonathan chose to ignore Edward. He was high and a little drunk so he just focused on reading the menu so he didn't respond at all to Delite, despite him addressing Jonathan by name.
"Eddie! Eddie-Weddie. Love of my live, king of my heart. Is that you, dear?" Jack came around the corner, grinning at Edward brightly. His grin was a little gnarly these days, he had a slight incident in a fight a year back where one side of his face got sliced. So, naturally, he slit the other end to even it out. The scarring was a lot more muted than expected but when he smiled, it really fucking showed. "Hey, sweetum. What you want? The usual? Oh. Newbie?"
Jack gestured at Jonathan, who was still staring at the menu intensely. He turned to Delite and shrugged. "I like him already. He has a vibe. Doesn't he have a vibe?"
"A family bucket is 14 pieces. Huh. I'll take ... three." Jonathan held out his wad of cash to Delite, finally looking at him. "And whatever Ed wants."
"He's treating me. He says he doesn't want love, but then he does all that and has that accent, how can I not swoon?" Edward leaned a little against Jonathan, but kept from wrapping an arm around him for the moment. No need to push too much. "That's Jon, Jack, he's my country boy. And yeah, just get me the usual. ...once."
Delite was looking Jonathan over, arching his eyebrows. "Wow. Love a man who can eat." He grinned, taking Jonathan's money and then getting off the counter so he could put the side dishes in the tubs. The one thing he did to not be entirely useless in the kitchen.
"I've been telling Jonny here all about you, Jack. Y'see, I think he'll fit in just fine around here." And that feeling was only increasing.
"I mean he's here at 11pm, ordering three buckets of family chicken and he's high off his head. Friend, you'll be very happy here. Gotham is made for weirdos." Jack grinned and then started to prepare the chicken, tossing what he needed to into the fryer before he leaned back on the counter, watching Jonathan just let himself be touched and talked about by Edward with little care. "You like Gotham, Jon?"
"I like the dark and the drugs. Fucking hate the weather." Jonathan didn't mind it being cold but the rain was a real bitch. He really needed a waterproof coat. "Yesterday a man dressed as a clown stole my sandwich and promptly got run over by a police car so... I ain't bored."
"Oh yeah, that was Max. Friend of mine. He's still alive. I think." Jack shrugged. "I don't care. Whatever. EDDIE! What's new with you, other than the friend? How's school? Do they miss me?"
"Of course I miss you," Edward told him and it wasn't even a lie, weirdly enough. Just wasn't the same without Jack. He looked at Jonathan, lifting a shoulder a little in a shrug. "Jack got expelled for almost killing me, did I tell you that?" Might have been worth a mention.
"Shouldn't mack on Mister J's girl," Delite added helpfully, while he put all the little tubs on the counter, belatedly realising that he could have just combined all of Jonathan's into one big tub. Whatever. "Hey, Jon, you're from the South, so do we go proper spicy with you or white spicy, like riddle boy?"
"Fuck you," Edward said in a friendly tone, propping his chin up on Jonathan's shoulder, because apparently he got to. "I think he can handle the heat."
"Yeah, well, it was a moment of impulse. He hurt me, I had to hurt him."
Jonathan raised an eyebrow at the two and then looked between them. Edward always spoke about Jack like he was a good friend and yet, he had tried to kill him and got his ass expelled. Interesting. "What exactly did you do to him to get expelled?"
"I tried to drown him in the fountain. You know the one in the courtyard. They put the barrier up after me. I tried to drown Ed and when the teacher came to stop me, I drop kicked him. Shattered his skull. Yikes!" Jack giggled excitedly as he took the first lot of chicken out and then started up two more baskets so the rest of the order would be done.
"Charming." Jonathan added as he slipped away from Ed and he came over to the counter, then smiled politely at Delite. "The hotter, the better, son. Thank you kindly. And could you add a coke as well, I'm a little dehydrated."
Jack slid the seasoning over to Delite and then pointed at Jonathan, mouthing to Edward. So Sexy!
Delite blushed, giggled and looked adorable, which Edward felt was a little much coming from that little shit, but what was he supposed to do about it? He supposed Jack really did have a type. He tossed the finished chicken in the right seasoning, doing Jon's first lot first and handing it to him, before also getting him a coke. "You look dehydrated. What are you on, sexy?"
"Keep it in your pants, Delite." Ed decided to be possessive, after having mouthed an I KNOW to Jack. He waited to get his order, then picked the table closest to the counter to sit at, assuming Jonathan would join him. "Murder attempts are how relationships are forged in this city, honestly. I like to think that Jack maybe would have stopped before I was dead." Well, he could hope.
"I made it myself, a little DIY drug I whipped up at home. Might be a little too strong for you, darlin' so don't worry about it. I'm all good." Turned out, Jonathan flirted a lot more when a guy was handing him hot food. He had a very charming smile as he took what was his and nodded in appreciation. Then yes, he did sit beside Edward. He opened his coke, chugged half of it and then got to work on the chicken. It was impressive but damn, that boy could eat.
Jack made himself fries and then looked at Delite. "Hey, you're in love with me - act like it. That boy is Eddie's, I think he called dibs. And I called dibs on you."
He paused and then frowned, looking at Ed. "You call dibs, Ed?"
"But he's got drugs!" Delite felt that was a compelling argument, especially now that he had been called darling by the guy with the drugs and told they might be too strong for him. No drug was too strong for him, in his opinion. Still, he also didn't want to hurt Jack's feelings - or risk getting hurt for hurting Jack's feelings - so he resisted the temptation to flirt more, instead taking one of Jack's fries and feeding Jack with it.
All his, obviously. Edward looked up at Jack's question, shrugging and reaching up to touch his neck, where he'd been marked. "Hm. Something like that. He'll take what he wants." Well, that's what Jonathan had said. "Devour me like that chicken." Seriously. "Where are you packing that, Jonny?"
"Then I haven't eaten in two days. Just bourbon and drugs." Jonathan was excited to eat so yeah, no, he was halfway through his first bucket already. He was quite as he ate his family meal, listening idly to the background noise of Edward, Jack and Delite talking. He happily zoned out and finished one bucket, setting it aside and starting on the next.
When he did zone back in, he was beyond out of the loop.
"--So the monkey bit me and I was like, okay, fine, I won't join the circus." Jack explained to Edward across the counter, idly eating the fries that he had made. "I swear, it's hard to get a job in Gotham these days."
"Yeah, I can imagine." At least for an obvious lunatic without a high school degree, but Ed wisely kept that thought to himself, just gesturing around them. "This place is doing well though. Everyone knows it's the best chicken in Gotham."
Delite served the last bucket to Jon, then sat down on Jack's lap and looked behind himself at his boyfriend. "You don't gotta worry or nothing, Harley is gonna get into therapist school and I can do maths or something." How hard could it be to get paid for that?
"Gonna be a kept boy, Jack? That's the life." Ed teased, but only ever so gently. Gotta play these things carefully.
"I hope so but I wanna have my own wages, you know. I'll keep this place going and hopefully make bank. Then I'll buy my own circus." Jack suggested idly as he wrapped his arms around Delite and watched Jonathan slow down. "You back with us, Spooks? Damn, you eat a lot. It's amazing. You ever entered an eating contest?"
"No, usually I don't like eating." Jonathan admitted as he tossed aside the second bucket and took the last. Though he didn't eat right away, he just drank some coke and leaned back against the wall. His eyes drifted to Edward and he watched him for a moment. Hmm. He was marked real good. Nice.
"Eddie's a genius, did you know that? He'll be a money maker some day. You should stick with him, Spooky."
"It's Jonathan." Jon corrected, clearly not overly afraid of Jack. "And noted."
A little more aware of Jonathan than he'd have strictly wanted to admit to being, Edward noticed his eyes on him and felt his face heat up. Was he blushing? Surely not, that wasn't really a thing he ought to be doing. To seize some control, he very deliberately reached up, running his fingertips over where Jonathan had marked him while biting down on his lip. He was not quite that comfortable with a role reversal.
"His genius is overrated," Delite muttered, perhaps a little petulantly, but Edward just rolled his eyes.
"Doesn't take that much to get rich." He was convinced, he had it all planned out. "But Jonny won't be needing my help. He's good with drugs, you know?" There, he could help the anti-social boy make a good connection.
"Can I try?" Delite wisely looked at Jack this time, rather than at Jonathan. "Can I? Please!"
"If you wanna, you can. How risky is it, Spooks?" Jack checked, not super happy but willing to play the game. "Cause if you give him dodgy shit that's gonna wreck him, I'll dump the hot oil on you and it ain't gonna be pretty."
Jonathan patted himself down and then pulled out the pill. "You speed run anxiety and paranoid for ten minutes and then around the 15-20 minute mark, you hit terror and then you peak, go down to a steady adrenaline high that feels good until it wears off. It's not dangerous but it's not pleasant at the start. It ain't on me if he takes it but it ain't gonna kill him."
Holding it out to Delite, Jonathan smiled. "If you got anxiety issues, probably not for you but you can try. If it ain't good, it's fine. I got other shit. I'm currently working on a hallucinogenic but once again, not a good time. I got LSD and weed for a more chill vibe."
"Give me one too." Jack insisted, curious now. "The fear one. I want to see."
Jonathan pulled out another tablet. "It's not on me if you don't like the fear."
"...not sure that's the smartest idea ever," Edward pointed out carefully. Honestly, he had no idea how to explain to Jonathan that both Delite and Jack had more issues than he could name - especially the latter - so there was no telling what they might experience on the drug.
Either way, it was too late, as Delite had already swallowed the pill, now sitting still in Jack's lap with his eyes closed, clearly ready to experience whatever the drug would have to offer.
"Well then." Edward was not sure what to say here. "Maybe save it for later, Jack? So you can protect your bae." Who was overly emotional under the best of circumstances.
"But we do everything together." Jack lamented but he took the pill and played with it, leaning back in his seat with one arm around Delite, watching Jonathan curiously. "I don't ever feel fear. What do you think is wrong with me, doc?"
"First off - not a doctor. So no, I don't have an informed medical opinion. Secondly, you probably just experience fear differently. Or you don't have working adrenal glands, which means you probably have brain damage." Jonathan explained as he watched Jack turn the pill around in his hands.
"Huh." Jack put the pill on his tongue and swallowed it. "Let's see if I'm brain damaged!"
Jonathan looked at Edward and raised an eyebrow. "I feel like I made a mistake..."
Given Delite was suddenly trembling and holding on to Jack, muttering something so rapidly and disjointed that Edward was not even sure what language it was in, he felt as if he didn't even have to say anything to that. Definitely a mistake. He looked at Jonathan anyway, right on cue when the whimper started. Of course, Delite would be vocal. "Better don't get turned on by him."
Or at least avoid Jack seeing him get turned on. Edward was curious, honestly, how this would affect Jack. Morbidly curious. "How you doing, Jack?"
Jack said something in Korean and then frowned and looked at Edward, looking more bemused than anything. "I dunno... it tickles."
"... I'm sorry, it tickles?" Jonathan was baffled. And yes, fighting the urge to be turned on quite admirably. He watched Jack instead because Delite was expected, he was normal and he liked that but what the fuck was wrong with Jack? Maybe he was brain damaged. How could he not feel anything. "Do you feel anxious or uneasy? Perhaps paranoid."
"Tingly." Jack idly remarked as he held his bae close. "Kinda bored. When does the high start?"
"The hell." Jonathan looked at Edward, utterly confused. "That stuff is not supposed to give people the tingles."
"Jack is really special," Edward said, because what else could he even say to this? He was not surprised, there was that too. "He always has been, I guess. Lacking a few things and making up for it in spades." Spades of absolute crazy, he'd say. Edward glanced at Delite when he started yelling something at Jack, doing his best to follow along and unfortunately hitting a wall due to limited Korean. Or because Delite wasn't making much sense.
"...I think he's telling him off for fucking a bush?"
"Well, I'd tell him off for that too." Jack stood up suddenly and pinned Delite to a wall, talking to him firmly in Korean, his eyes cold and unyielding. He stood there, looming over the small boy, and Jonathan shivered lightly. There was something off about Jack. It was very odd. He lit up a cigarette, not caring if he could smoke or not. "Fascinating. I'd love to study him."
They were talking again but this time, Jack pulled away and went over to where the drinks were grabbing himself a can of sprite and opening it. He looked at the other two and smiled. "Delite gets anxious sometimes, I talk him down. Cheers! Anyone else want a drink? I got a bunch of diet Dr Peppers no one wants."
"Sure, have fun studying him. It's like getting into the same cage with a shark." Edward watched as Delite stared at Jack with absolute terror in his eyes, only to then simply sink down, clearly subdued, clearly still scared. Seemed about right. Frankly, he'd seen similar from both Delite and Harley without the need for any drugs. "I'll take a Dr Pepper."
Eh, might as well. "Then Jonny is gonna walk me home, y'know. Hitting my bedtime." And he did not want to be around for whatever would happen when Delite inevitably hit that high.
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With a shrug and a wink, he took Jonathan's hand again, clearly not fearing any consequences here. "Love is not a choice."
He felt that was clear enough, no matter how high Jonathan was.
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"You know, love isn't what I'm ever gonna look for so I don't care what it is. I just don't want it. I like to kiss though, I like to mark, I like to hold you against the wall and take what I want. That's all I know." And he may not want to ever do it again bit it was fun. He was glad he did it.
Even if he'd only done it once, it was enough.
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His mind was connecting. The way Jonathan talked about chemistry. Manufacturing drugs, Suggesting anxiety medication. The high of fear and the excitement of watching those people. Creepy, wasn't it? Edward bit down on his lower lip, then he swallowed. He closed his eyes for a moment and his breath hitched. Pulling up his fear response was not difficult, it turned out, up to and including widened eyes when he opened them again, another hitch in breath ending in a convincingly involuntary gasp and then a quiet whimper that he cut off by pressing his face against Jonathan's chest, shaking a little as he hid against him.
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God give him strength. He hated that it worked. He hated that he got hard, that he felt his pulse race and his heart clench. He hated that the noises were all he wanted to hear. He fucking hated that Edward had done it, he'd cracked it. He had fucking worked him out. Jonathan put both hands on Edward and pulled him away, looking into his eyes as he faked fear and -- hell, he was good at it. He just wasn't dilated enough in the eyes. Pity but close enough. Most would never know. "And the Oscar goes to..."
Jonathan sighed and then reached out, cupping one side of Edward's face and forcing him to look at him. "You really wanna play that bad? Come on, Ed. Have dignity."
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Well, he could feel it right there, hard against him. Difficult to ignore, not that he was trying to. Maybe he'd have pushed further, poked a little more, played a bit harder, but he heard the door open and close not far from them and so he shrugged, deciding to move things to later. Someone had just walked out of the chicken place and now Edward was holding open the door for Jonathan to walk in. "Smells great, doesn't it?"
"Hey, Ed." Delite was sitting on the counter, which was probably not the most hygienic, especially given his current hair length. Whatever. "Who's your friend?"
"That's Jonathan. Look." Speaking of his lack of dignity or shame, Edward just turned his head to show off his neck.
Delite whistled, giving a thumbs up. "Good job. Want to eat something proper, Jonathan?"
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"Eddie! Eddie-Weddie. Love of my live, king of my heart. Is that you, dear?" Jack came around the corner, grinning at Edward brightly. His grin was a little gnarly these days, he had a slight incident in a fight a year back where one side of his face got sliced. So, naturally, he slit the other end to even it out. The scarring was a lot more muted than expected but when he smiled, it really fucking showed. "Hey, sweetum. What you want? The usual? Oh. Newbie?"
Jack gestured at Jonathan, who was still staring at the menu intensely. He turned to Delite and shrugged. "I like him already. He has a vibe. Doesn't he have a vibe?"
"A family bucket is 14 pieces. Huh. I'll take ... three." Jonathan held out his wad of cash to Delite, finally looking at him. "And whatever Ed wants."
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Delite was looking Jonathan over, arching his eyebrows. "Wow. Love a man who can eat." He grinned, taking Jonathan's money and then getting off the counter so he could put the side dishes in the tubs. The one thing he did to not be entirely useless in the kitchen.
"I've been telling Jonny here all about you, Jack. Y'see, I think he'll fit in just fine around here." And that feeling was only increasing.
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"I like the dark and the drugs. Fucking hate the weather." Jonathan didn't mind it being cold but the rain was a real bitch. He really needed a waterproof coat. "Yesterday a man dressed as a clown stole my sandwich and promptly got run over by a police car so... I ain't bored."
"Oh yeah, that was Max. Friend of mine. He's still alive. I think." Jack shrugged. "I don't care. Whatever. EDDIE! What's new with you, other than the friend? How's school? Do they miss me?"
He wondered if his loss was deeply felt.
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"Shouldn't mack on Mister J's girl," Delite added helpfully, while he put all the little tubs on the counter, belatedly realising that he could have just combined all of Jonathan's into one big tub. Whatever. "Hey, Jon, you're from the South, so do we go proper spicy with you or white spicy, like riddle boy?"
"Fuck you," Edward said in a friendly tone, propping his chin up on Jonathan's shoulder, because apparently he got to. "I think he can handle the heat."
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Jonathan raised an eyebrow at the two and then looked between them. Edward always spoke about Jack like he was a good friend and yet, he had tried to kill him and got his ass expelled. Interesting. "What exactly did you do to him to get expelled?"
"I tried to drown him in the fountain. You know the one in the courtyard. They put the barrier up after me. I tried to drown Ed and when the teacher came to stop me, I drop kicked him. Shattered his skull. Yikes!" Jack giggled excitedly as he took the first lot of chicken out and then started up two more baskets so the rest of the order would be done.
"Charming." Jonathan added as he slipped away from Ed and he came over to the counter, then smiled politely at Delite. "The hotter, the better, son. Thank you kindly. And could you add a coke as well, I'm a little dehydrated."
Jack slid the seasoning over to Delite and then pointed at Jonathan, mouthing to Edward. So Sexy!
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"Keep it in your pants, Delite." Ed decided to be possessive, after having mouthed an I KNOW to Jack. He waited to get his order, then picked the table closest to the counter to sit at, assuming Jonathan would join him. "Murder attempts are how relationships are forged in this city, honestly. I like to think that Jack maybe would have stopped before I was dead." Well, he could hope.
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Jack made himself fries and then looked at Delite. "Hey, you're in love with me - act like it. That boy is Eddie's, I think he called dibs. And I called dibs on you."
He paused and then frowned, looking at Ed. "You call dibs, Ed?"
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All his, obviously. Edward looked up at Jack's question, shrugging and reaching up to touch his neck, where he'd been marked. "Hm. Something like that. He'll take what he wants." Well, that's what Jonathan had said. "Devour me like that chicken." Seriously. "Where are you packing that, Jonny?"
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"Two days ago, Jonny-boy."
"Then I haven't eaten in two days. Just bourbon and drugs." Jonathan was excited to eat so yeah, no, he was halfway through his first bucket already. He was quite as he ate his family meal, listening idly to the background noise of Edward, Jack and Delite talking. He happily zoned out and finished one bucket, setting it aside and starting on the next.
When he did zone back in, he was beyond out of the loop.
"--So the monkey bit me and I was like, okay, fine, I won't join the circus." Jack explained to Edward across the counter, idly eating the fries that he had made. "I swear, it's hard to get a job in Gotham these days."
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Delite served the last bucket to Jon, then sat down on Jack's lap and looked behind himself at his boyfriend. "You don't gotta worry or nothing, Harley is gonna get into therapist school and I can do maths or something." How hard could it be to get paid for that?
"Gonna be a kept boy, Jack? That's the life." Ed teased, but only ever so gently. Gotta play these things carefully.
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"No, usually I don't like eating." Jonathan admitted as he tossed aside the second bucket and took the last. Though he didn't eat right away, he just drank some coke and leaned back against the wall. His eyes drifted to Edward and he watched him for a moment. Hmm. He was marked real good. Nice.
"Eddie's a genius, did you know that? He'll be a money maker some day. You should stick with him, Spooky."
"It's Jonathan." Jon corrected, clearly not overly afraid of Jack. "And noted."
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"His genius is overrated," Delite muttered, perhaps a little petulantly, but Edward just rolled his eyes.
"Doesn't take that much to get rich." He was convinced, he had it all planned out. "But Jonny won't be needing my help. He's good with drugs, you know?" There, he could help the anti-social boy make a good connection.
"Can I try?" Delite wisely looked at Jack this time, rather than at Jonathan. "Can I? Please!"
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Jonathan patted himself down and then pulled out the pill. "You speed run anxiety and paranoid for ten minutes and then around the 15-20 minute mark, you hit terror and then you peak, go down to a steady adrenaline high that feels good until it wears off. It's not dangerous but it's not pleasant at the start. It ain't on me if he takes it but it ain't gonna kill him."
Holding it out to Delite, Jonathan smiled. "If you got anxiety issues, probably not for you but you can try. If it ain't good, it's fine. I got other shit. I'm currently working on a hallucinogenic but once again, not a good time. I got LSD and weed for a more chill vibe."
"Give me one too." Jack insisted, curious now. "The fear one. I want to see."
Jonathan pulled out another tablet. "It's not on me if you don't like the fear."
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Either way, it was too late, as Delite had already swallowed the pill, now sitting still in Jack's lap with his eyes closed, clearly ready to experience whatever the drug would have to offer.
"Well then." Edward was not sure what to say here. "Maybe save it for later, Jack? So you can protect your bae." Who was overly emotional under the best of circumstances.
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"First off - not a doctor. So no, I don't have an informed medical opinion. Secondly, you probably just experience fear differently. Or you don't have working adrenal glands, which means you probably have brain damage." Jonathan explained as he watched Jack turn the pill around in his hands.
"Huh." Jack put the pill on his tongue and swallowed it. "Let's see if I'm brain damaged!"
Jonathan looked at Edward and raised an eyebrow. "I feel like I made a mistake..."
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Or at least avoid Jack seeing him get turned on. Edward was curious, honestly, how this would affect Jack. Morbidly curious. "How you doing, Jack?"
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"... I'm sorry, it tickles?" Jonathan was baffled. And yes, fighting the urge to be turned on quite admirably. He watched Jack instead because Delite was expected, he was normal and he liked that but what the fuck was wrong with Jack? Maybe he was brain damaged. How could he not feel anything. "Do you feel anxious or uneasy? Perhaps paranoid."
"Tingly." Jack idly remarked as he held his bae close. "Kinda bored. When does the high start?"
"The hell." Jonathan looked at Edward, utterly confused. "That stuff is not supposed to give people the tingles."
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"...I think he's telling him off for fucking a bush?"
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They were talking again but this time, Jack pulled away and went over to where the drinks were grabbing himself a can of sprite and opening it. He looked at the other two and smiled. "Delite gets anxious sometimes, I talk him down. Cheers! Anyone else want a drink? I got a bunch of diet Dr Peppers no one wants."
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Eh, might as well. "Then Jonny is gonna walk me home, y'know. Hitting my bedtime." And he did not want to be around for whatever would happen when Delite inevitably hit that high.
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