A/N: Alrighty, this one came to me after seeing a commercial. Not naming which one, but I'll just say that the guy was trying to impress a woman who likes her men with a hairless back, which then prompted someone to make the comment that it would be kinda hard for him to shave it himself (and nope, he couldn't go to a professional to get it done, cause it was a razor commercial). Which got me thinking about how most women would have no problem asking a friend to help them do something (hold my poofy wedding dress so it doesn't get ruined while I go answer the call of nature? For example). While it's rather funny to imagine a guy making puppy eyes at his best bud "hey Bro, shave my back so I can impress a chick?"
Long Author Note I know. So the point is, this fic is a situation of a man asking one of his friends to do something utterly ridiculous : )
"Jensen, you have to help me with something."
"Sure, what do you need help with?"
Clay glanced quickly around. "Before I tell you, I'm invoking the Bro Code because it's an unusual request. If you don't lend your assistance, I'll take it as you refusing to help a fellow man in his moment of dire need."
"...ok" came the rare non-verbose response.
" I need to make this gorgeous woman jealous and the only way to do that is to make her think I'm taken, but I don't know any woman who would be willing to play along.
"Oh so you need me to find one for you? I'm not sure I know the right woman for the task, but I'll look. How is that an unusual request anyway?"
"No, no, I need you to play the woman. I asked Pooch, but Jolene said no, and you don't mess with a woman who says no."
Jensen stopped moving, maybe even breating, for a second. "What? Ah, come on, really? Cougs makes a better woman than I do and you know it. He's more graceful and all, I'm all awkward and stuff."
"I asked him and got threatened at gunpoint. I forgot to invoke the Bro Code before I made my request so I couldn't push the issue. "
"I don't know Clay, not sure I can pull it off."
"If you don't, Roque would be my last option. Do you think he can pull it off?"
Jensen actually seemed to consider it but Clay shook his head. "Even if somehow he could do it, there's no way we're getting him in a dress again. You, Jake. You're my only hope."
"Oh fine, but you're buying me something in exchange for my help."
.-.
Jensen was all decked out in a crimson knee length dress belonging to his sister. He'd had to swipe it from her closet when Clay insisted that the Bro Code demanded this be kept between the two of them. He wore the blond wig he had gotten the previous Halloween when the Losers had shown up at a costume party dressed as the Spice Girls. Jensen pulled on the heels just before they got out of the vehicle. He clung to Clay's arm for balance and glanced up at the neon sign of the bar.
"I know the Bro Code exists under various forms and countless names, but I never heard of the rule where a guy will be shamed for if he doesn't play along in a scheme that will shame him regardless. What if someone figures out I'm a dude and blurts it out to the whole bar? Or worse yet, what if someone recognizes me? If this rule really does exist, I think you're misinterpreting it and taking it too far."
"You think so?" asked Clay with a glance at Jensen's illusion of cleavage and an amused smile.
The blond let go of the arm supporting him and took a moment to steady himself.
"There's no such rule in the Bro Code, is there? Bet there's no woman to impress either."
Clay chuckled "If it took you this long to realize that, then you fully deserve to be dragged in there, let's go in, beautiful."
Jensen rolled his eyes and figured he might as well play along regardless now that he was there.
They went in and it wasn't long before they heard a familiar voice.
"I can't believe he did it. Your lack of pride cost me 50 bucks, blondie," grumbled Roque.
"You look better than on Halloween. Maybe red is more your color than blue?" said Pooch, also handing money to Clay.
"You did choose the right dress, it may even look better on you than it does on me," said his sister with a pout, digging money out of her purse.
Clay counted his money and handed half to Cougar. "He's the only one who figured you'd agree to do it."
"Yeah, anything to help a fellow man in his moment of dire need," answered Jensen, rolling his eyes. "I shaved for this? Really? A bet. Thanks a bunch guys. Can I at least ditch the heels?"
"I suspected you would like to do that," said his sister, kicking off her flats shoes that just happened to match his dress.
"Why thank you." He turned to Clay "Now sir, since you decided to bring me out on a date tonight, you're going to dance with me, and you better keep up. I'll be on the dance floor all night."
Clay's eyes widened and he gave everyone a pleading look that went unanswered as Jensen dragged him away.
A/N: yes, I went there. Losers Spice Girls. Usually I would have been nice to Roque and made his Sporty Spice so he could have at least worn pants, but I'm not the Losers, Clay wanted the pants for himself, and the others had already chosen who they wanted to be, so Roque was stuck with the only one left, Ginger Spice!
Oh, and not sure where Aisha was in this one really….
As for the Impromptu Trip, I'm currently stuck, so don't know when I'll have the third part up.
