bossymarmalade | gay guys and big fat party animals

I am stupid and slow today. God, I hate the muggy atmosphere in my office. Even the air purifier and the fan don't do much good sometimes.

But I shall distract myself with maybe writing some more of my Remix fic, and with the Different Kind'a Joey rec of the day:

Rebound by

cjmarlowe

In the end neither one of us ambushed the other. Joey looked up suddenly as I was still staring at him and gave me a long, hard look, then a nod of acknowledgment. He put his beer down on the counter and patted the stool next to him. An invitation to talk, or not, whatever I chose.

It's Joey and Justin, and for once Justin's not the gay one. There's something so hard and embittered about this Joey, and it's done without going overboard on melodrama. It's like he just doesn't have the energy to hide his disappointment this time, and it's almost cathartic to see.