SHOTS
By: Sage360
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't Own them. Enjoy!
Okay, thanks for all the reviews and emails. This is one I've been working on. It's mainly a conversation between Brennen and Jesse about their relationships with the girls, and takes place along the lines of season three. This is a result of me STILL trying to finish CLUBLIGHTS- I love putting these guys in bars or clubs!
Also, I always write Jesse with long hair, only because I think that's what he's doing on the show- it makes him look reckless. ^_^
"Yeah, Mama! Take it off!" Jesse rolled his eyes for the millionth time at his teammate, pondering how he'd managed to get dragged out to another strip club with the man. Brennen grinned at the molecular before downing another shot of tequila. Lights swam around them, drenching the women on stage in saturated silhouettes of color. The molecular grinned at his 'brother' as yet another dancer curved out her hip to him. Brennen stuffed a twenty down her garter, grinning as she strutted away.
"You're breakin' yourself, dude." Jesse smirked. "How much money are you gonna give out?"
"Workin' women need support." The elemental smirked. Danger and alcohol laced his handsome features, determining to take him down. Jesse knew he'd be driving home. "Why are you complainin' rich kid? You've dropped a few yards yourself."
"No argument, but you're getting wasted." His thoughts interrupted as another woman came on the stage. The redhead shook her curves dangerously, completely snatching his attention. Loud rock music blasted from the speakers as legs wrapped around the pole. She spun slowly before him, curving by will to his every whim. Suddenly, the man was all too sober.
Brennen downed another shot, smirking as his teammate stood to slip a bill down her g-string. "Be careful." He grinned. "She likes to pull you on stage."
"Dude, whateve-" Blonde hair flashed as the woman tugged him onto the ramp. The molecular knew he wouldn't live this down.
"GO JESS!" Brennen laughed hysterically. He slumped back in his chair, unable to breathe as several dancers cornered the man. Jesse so danced like a white guy, and honestly wasn't attempting to have any rhythm. His eyes focused on all the flesh exposing around him -that and a howling Brennen. "Dude, don't hurt yourself!"
"Funny, Sparky!" He so had to stop drinking with the elemental. However, both men knew better. In all honesty, Jesse was just as bad with women, if not worse than Brennen. The larger man was flashy, much too conspicuous to hold back. But with Kilmartin, the hunt was patient. His good guy face only sat guard to the blue-eyed devil lingering beneath. Brennen realized it back when he first joined Mutant X. Females would speak to Jesse, thinking he was sweet and sensitive, only to miss the dangerous glare in the azure orbs when they turned away. Nor would they see the wolfish spark in his smile as he 'checked them out.' The molecular got away with so much more than Brennen and only because he'd perfected the one- thing women felt safe with. He had a 'nice guy' routine.
Jesse was such a pimp.
Even now, with various articles of women's clothing hanging on his shoulders (and off his head), the blonde had women coming to the stage to put money in his pockets. Brennen so wished he had a camera. Lexa and Shalimar would pay seriously to see 'Jess' shakin' it with such wild women. Sparky would have to remember next time.
One woman had pulled off his shirt now, and the other females in the club (mainly dancers) were cheering wildly. In the midst of gyrating curves, Jesse smirked dangerously, making silly faces and letting the ladies have their way with him. It was the least he could do! And the male occupants weren't complaining. All the women were on stage dancing with him! In fact, his 'show' had a roar of laughter and applause racing through the place. At the forefront, Brennen was on his feet, edging on the man's embarrassment.
Finally, the molecular managed to make his way back to his seat, much to the dismay of the room. Brennen fell into his seat laughing hysterically. "DUDE!" He managed between losing his voice and emerging tears. "You can't move for shit!"
"They didn't mind." The molecular grinned, while waving to the ladies. "We'll see what you say when you get up there!"
"I have been up there!"
"Not tonight, you haven't."
"And I'm damn sure not goin' after you." Brennen smirked before downing another shot. "Jess, you have NO rhythm."
"Didn't matter, the ladies loved me. And you should lay of the liquor."
The elemental looked down at the fresh line of shots he'd poured himself. Jesse knew good and well that it took so much more for him to even get buzzed. "Its just shots, man."
"Shots of tequila."
"Mexican tequila," he grinned. "The real shit-puts hair on your chest."
"The same hair you shave off every day." Jesse smirked.
"Ha-ha, funny, you prick." Brennen leaned back in his chair, animatedly downing another glass in his friend's face. His eyes searched the room slowly, now intent on what he wanted. His lips curved at tasting the alcohol, all the while watching as women strutted to and from before his eyes. "I'm not goin' in tonight."
"What, to Sanctuary?"
"Yeah." The dark man shook his head absently. "Don't feel like it."
"You mean," Jesse started, knowing where the talk would go. "You don't want Shal to see you AFTER you've 'done' another woman."
"She doesn't care." Brennen lied. He knew she did. Nearly a year ago, he hadn't missed the look that crossed her face when she found out about Miranda. Even though one couldn't see it now, their relationship had changed. As close as they were, and with the tension they shared on every level, she continued to weigh his choices-secretly judge him on them. Internally, it got to the point where they both pretended to ignore the other's actions. But where there was jealousy, there was fuel. Fuel meant Fire. Theirs was out of control and Shalimar was afraid of it.
"You two will do this till it kills you." Jesse replied, now downing his own shot.
"Do what?"
"This I want you, but you can't have me thing. It's like one has to break their neck just for the other. Either way, you'd still say no. She's afraid she can't trust you and you don't even trust yourself. So you don't get together."
"And what's wrong with that?"
"You love her." The molecular smirked. "You won't say it, but you do."
"What about you and Lex? Your nose is so open, you snort her like crack."
"Right." Jesse exhaled. "I'm just getting to know her. And we don't have three years of sexual tension to deal with, Sparky."
"Nope, you don't." He admitted. "But Lex sees the real you, the guy that's a little too similar to me. She knows you have an evil streak."
"And Shal knows you see more ass than a public restroom," Jesse interjected. "But that's not the point."
"Nope, it isn't." The elemental grinned. "I'm the man-whore, you just play one on T.V."
"Maybe, but I can admit what I feel."
Brennen raised an eyebrow to the molecular. "Drink more alcohol, you're sounding female."
"Jokes,,,You ever thought about how you'd take it if things were reversed? Shal was the one sleeping around and you cared about her, but knew better than to act 'cause you know you'd get hurt?" Jesse saw the look on the man's face. He wasn't as heartless as he'd act. Just-careful. "How about if you KNEW she went out every night, purposely to chase men and have sex? Every time you leave the rock, she's watching, knowing you won't be back till you've done whatever -or whoever. And every time, a part of her breaks away. Eventually there's gonna be nothing for you to go home to, Brennen." Jesse swallowed another sting of the alcohol, watching as a new dancer moved on the stage. "But men always see that too late."
"That's where you're wrong." The elemental interrupted. "She'd hurt more if we were together. I couldn't take it if I hurt her by my actions -not to mention we'd risk the team." He knew he couldn't trust himself when it came to women. Like Solomon, they were his weakness. While the heart already belonged to Shalimar, the body still screamed single. It was just easier for them to be separate- even if it meant passing each other by.
"It's funny, dude." Jesse thought out loud. "If there's danger, we jump in automatically. If its emotion, we run like punks."
"That's men for you." Brennen grinned. "So fuckin' complex."
By: Sage360
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't Own them. Enjoy!
Okay, thanks for all the reviews and emails. This is one I've been working on. It's mainly a conversation between Brennen and Jesse about their relationships with the girls, and takes place along the lines of season three. This is a result of me STILL trying to finish CLUBLIGHTS- I love putting these guys in bars or clubs!
Also, I always write Jesse with long hair, only because I think that's what he's doing on the show- it makes him look reckless. ^_^
"Yeah, Mama! Take it off!" Jesse rolled his eyes for the millionth time at his teammate, pondering how he'd managed to get dragged out to another strip club with the man. Brennen grinned at the molecular before downing another shot of tequila. Lights swam around them, drenching the women on stage in saturated silhouettes of color. The molecular grinned at his 'brother' as yet another dancer curved out her hip to him. Brennen stuffed a twenty down her garter, grinning as she strutted away.
"You're breakin' yourself, dude." Jesse smirked. "How much money are you gonna give out?"
"Workin' women need support." The elemental smirked. Danger and alcohol laced his handsome features, determining to take him down. Jesse knew he'd be driving home. "Why are you complainin' rich kid? You've dropped a few yards yourself."
"No argument, but you're getting wasted." His thoughts interrupted as another woman came on the stage. The redhead shook her curves dangerously, completely snatching his attention. Loud rock music blasted from the speakers as legs wrapped around the pole. She spun slowly before him, curving by will to his every whim. Suddenly, the man was all too sober.
Brennen downed another shot, smirking as his teammate stood to slip a bill down her g-string. "Be careful." He grinned. "She likes to pull you on stage."
"Dude, whateve-" Blonde hair flashed as the woman tugged him onto the ramp. The molecular knew he wouldn't live this down.
"GO JESS!" Brennen laughed hysterically. He slumped back in his chair, unable to breathe as several dancers cornered the man. Jesse so danced like a white guy, and honestly wasn't attempting to have any rhythm. His eyes focused on all the flesh exposing around him -that and a howling Brennen. "Dude, don't hurt yourself!"
"Funny, Sparky!" He so had to stop drinking with the elemental. However, both men knew better. In all honesty, Jesse was just as bad with women, if not worse than Brennen. The larger man was flashy, much too conspicuous to hold back. But with Kilmartin, the hunt was patient. His good guy face only sat guard to the blue-eyed devil lingering beneath. Brennen realized it back when he first joined Mutant X. Females would speak to Jesse, thinking he was sweet and sensitive, only to miss the dangerous glare in the azure orbs when they turned away. Nor would they see the wolfish spark in his smile as he 'checked them out.' The molecular got away with so much more than Brennen and only because he'd perfected the one- thing women felt safe with. He had a 'nice guy' routine.
Jesse was such a pimp.
Even now, with various articles of women's clothing hanging on his shoulders (and off his head), the blonde had women coming to the stage to put money in his pockets. Brennen so wished he had a camera. Lexa and Shalimar would pay seriously to see 'Jess' shakin' it with such wild women. Sparky would have to remember next time.
One woman had pulled off his shirt now, and the other females in the club (mainly dancers) were cheering wildly. In the midst of gyrating curves, Jesse smirked dangerously, making silly faces and letting the ladies have their way with him. It was the least he could do! And the male occupants weren't complaining. All the women were on stage dancing with him! In fact, his 'show' had a roar of laughter and applause racing through the place. At the forefront, Brennen was on his feet, edging on the man's embarrassment.
Finally, the molecular managed to make his way back to his seat, much to the dismay of the room. Brennen fell into his seat laughing hysterically. "DUDE!" He managed between losing his voice and emerging tears. "You can't move for shit!"
"They didn't mind." The molecular grinned, while waving to the ladies. "We'll see what you say when you get up there!"
"I have been up there!"
"Not tonight, you haven't."
"And I'm damn sure not goin' after you." Brennen smirked before downing another shot. "Jess, you have NO rhythm."
"Didn't matter, the ladies loved me. And you should lay of the liquor."
The elemental looked down at the fresh line of shots he'd poured himself. Jesse knew good and well that it took so much more for him to even get buzzed. "Its just shots, man."
"Shots of tequila."
"Mexican tequila," he grinned. "The real shit-puts hair on your chest."
"The same hair you shave off every day." Jesse smirked.
"Ha-ha, funny, you prick." Brennen leaned back in his chair, animatedly downing another glass in his friend's face. His eyes searched the room slowly, now intent on what he wanted. His lips curved at tasting the alcohol, all the while watching as women strutted to and from before his eyes. "I'm not goin' in tonight."
"What, to Sanctuary?"
"Yeah." The dark man shook his head absently. "Don't feel like it."
"You mean," Jesse started, knowing where the talk would go. "You don't want Shal to see you AFTER you've 'done' another woman."
"She doesn't care." Brennen lied. He knew she did. Nearly a year ago, he hadn't missed the look that crossed her face when she found out about Miranda. Even though one couldn't see it now, their relationship had changed. As close as they were, and with the tension they shared on every level, she continued to weigh his choices-secretly judge him on them. Internally, it got to the point where they both pretended to ignore the other's actions. But where there was jealousy, there was fuel. Fuel meant Fire. Theirs was out of control and Shalimar was afraid of it.
"You two will do this till it kills you." Jesse replied, now downing his own shot.
"Do what?"
"This I want you, but you can't have me thing. It's like one has to break their neck just for the other. Either way, you'd still say no. She's afraid she can't trust you and you don't even trust yourself. So you don't get together."
"And what's wrong with that?"
"You love her." The molecular smirked. "You won't say it, but you do."
"What about you and Lex? Your nose is so open, you snort her like crack."
"Right." Jesse exhaled. "I'm just getting to know her. And we don't have three years of sexual tension to deal with, Sparky."
"Nope, you don't." He admitted. "But Lex sees the real you, the guy that's a little too similar to me. She knows you have an evil streak."
"And Shal knows you see more ass than a public restroom," Jesse interjected. "But that's not the point."
"Nope, it isn't." The elemental grinned. "I'm the man-whore, you just play one on T.V."
"Maybe, but I can admit what I feel."
Brennen raised an eyebrow to the molecular. "Drink more alcohol, you're sounding female."
"Jokes,,,You ever thought about how you'd take it if things were reversed? Shal was the one sleeping around and you cared about her, but knew better than to act 'cause you know you'd get hurt?" Jesse saw the look on the man's face. He wasn't as heartless as he'd act. Just-careful. "How about if you KNEW she went out every night, purposely to chase men and have sex? Every time you leave the rock, she's watching, knowing you won't be back till you've done whatever -or whoever. And every time, a part of her breaks away. Eventually there's gonna be nothing for you to go home to, Brennen." Jesse swallowed another sting of the alcohol, watching as a new dancer moved on the stage. "But men always see that too late."
"That's where you're wrong." The elemental interrupted. "She'd hurt more if we were together. I couldn't take it if I hurt her by my actions -not to mention we'd risk the team." He knew he couldn't trust himself when it came to women. Like Solomon, they were his weakness. While the heart already belonged to Shalimar, the body still screamed single. It was just easier for them to be separate- even if it meant passing each other by.
"It's funny, dude." Jesse thought out loud. "If there's danger, we jump in automatically. If its emotion, we run like punks."
"That's men for you." Brennen grinned. "So fuckin' complex."