62Sorry this took so long to update, but its all good now, the next one has already been started.
And we have...a two part chapter!
sorry this one isn't that good, hope you still like it!
Sundown xx
SATURDAY NIGHT
"And Jack, you were…" Becky announced through fits of giggles and endless swigs of champagne "…always so solidly convinced that my cat was a lesbian."
Jack nodded firmly. " was."
"Fletch was a boy!"
"Oh contraire, well maintained hair! So she would have you believe. I've met many butchies in my time, but she is one of the best."
Becky scowled until she thought of a tactic to throw Jack off his determined path. "Then explain the penis, hot shot homo!"
Jack squinted his eyes, preparing to bring the woman up to date on surgical procedures. Ah! Just like old times.
Will returned to the table with the wine that was requested, and his own present…another bottle of champagne. He knew that Jack was becoming more and more confident with himself the more he drank, and Will just wanted something to entertain himself for the night.
"Sorry about the wait, ladies."
"Its alright, just some dedication and you'll lose it Will." Jack kindly reassured, affectionately placing a hand on Will's arm as he did so.
Will sat down, taking his jacket off and neatly placing it over the back of his chair. He popped the champagne cork and refilled the three glasses. Jack…a girlfriend? Why had I never thought about it? Why the hell didn't he tell me? Why am I mentally asking myself questions? Have I always done this? Why di…
"Cheers!"
Jack felt his senses relax a little as he consumed the remainder of drink in his glass. Why not celebrate my embarrassment?
Becky's animated chatter suddenly lowered into a deathly whisper. "Jack!" she hissed. "He's here!"
Jack's eyes grew to double their normal size the instant the woman spoke. "No!"
"He just walked in."
"Who is this 'he'? and does 'he' know that he can make Jack's face do that?" Will inquired.
"Shhhh. Volume down." Jack demanded.
Will lowered his voice. "Oh that's right, I forgot that even though the music is too loud and there are hundreds of people talking about themselves, a voice at normal volume can travel straight to the ears of whoever is being spoken about. How could I be so foolish?"
After both rolling their eyes at Will, Becky turned back to her ex boyfriend. "You should talk to him, Jackie!"
"To Christopher?"
"No, to the door man that creased your jacket. YES Christopher!"
Will's palm supported his chin as he now casually leaned on the table. "So what did this Christopher guy do? Not invite you to a party? Hock spit balls at you? Tie your shoelaces together?"
"He's my biggest frienemy. Everything I've done, he tries to copy better, but I have always stood a head taller than him with something he didn't have."
"Your gay sensibility?"
"No, duh, I'm tall."
"I see…"
Becky interrupted by grabbing both of Jack's hands. "You so have to go and gloat to him! He will be so jealous of the fact that your ass is so much better now than it ever was in high school!"
A pang of unease grappled with Jack while he contemplated confronting his nemesis. He didn't want to leave Will alone, without him there to guard and cover the truths that may slip out, but thanks to his buzz, he was in the mood for conflict.
"You're right, Becky! That average looking, tapered eyebrowed jerk is gonna regret the day he ever beat me for the role of Romeo in our eleventh grade production."
"Go fight your battle Jack, but never forget the ones that you leave behind, for we will never forget you." Will inserted while sarcastically adopting the voice of a cheesy soap character.
Jack stood up, saluted and left the table.
Becky turned to Will. "You know, I always thought you'd be funnier."
"And I always thought that you didn't exist. I guess we're both disappointed."
Becky raised her glass, a grin brightening her face. "Touché, monsieur."
The two amicably clinked their glasses together.
Will briefly looked across the room to make sure that Jack was out of ear shot.
"So when are you gonna start telling me about Jack in high school?"
"Just after I stare down that hateful whore, Cassidy…wait a second…ok…now! So what do you want to know?"
"So, Christopher, we meet again."
The silent exchange shared between the two men was filled with the classic tension that drove them through high school. They sized each other up and down briefly, each assessing what the other had or didn't have, propelling them back to the hallways, the cafeteria and the drama room.
"Christoff."
Jack gave him a sideways glance. "huh?"
"I've legally changed my name to Christoff, it sounds a lot more eccentric and people like me better with it."
Damn it! What am I gonna tell him now? That my name is STILL Jack? That is lamer than Will's entire love life. Wait a minute…no it isn't, but it comes way too close for my liking.
"So…Christoff…er." Ha! Take that! "What fantastic things are you doing with your life?"
A brief flicker of an irritated grimace at the deliberate name mispronunciation betrayed Christopher's 'cool' façade, giving Jack a glimmer of satisfaction.
"Well, I happen to be the head of a very successful drama school, and I have just landed a role in an upcoming episode of SVU. I get to play a schizophrenic serial rapist who impregnates a girl, but he also feels that his body is split and the right half of his body believes that his left half is in fact the father of the baby, but the left half believes that it is a woman. Intense stuff, huh!"
I auditioned for that role, dammit!
"So, how about you, Jack? You still convinced that Madonna was your true mother, and that Cher is the only woman worth having sex with?"
Jack gritted his teeth before smugly replying, "I have my own talk show. It is a very hard-hitting, hot off the press, emotionally enthralling piece of art called 'JackTalk'. I even have fanmail...well I have one fan…and it's a male."
Even as he spoke, Jack noticed Christopher's eyes wander across the room and excitedly settle on something.
"Who's that gorgeous guy sitting at that table? Please tell me it isn't one of the girls with a sex change."
Spinning around eagerly to catch a glimpse of someone 'gorgeous', to his dismay, Jack discovered that the man was in fact referring to Will. He wrinkled his nose in disappointment.
"Him?"
"Yeah."
"That's Will Truman." He answered in an off-handed way.
Christopher shook his head. "You mean your Will Truman?"
"Well no, when you put it that way…"
Jack watched Christopher fix himself up in preparation to make a move on Will. Yay! I have something he doesn't have!
He sipped his champagne triumphantly. "…Yes. My Will Truman."
Gross!
MONDAY
"Wait a minute…why does everyone know who Will is?" Eliza pondered aloud.
Jack sipped his third cup of tea. "Ooookay, hold on to your ovaries, El!"
"WHAT?"
"I just thought of a girly word and kind of threw it in there…I don't really know what it means."
Eliza nodded, content with the justification. Phillippe began to carefully trim the freshly washed hair of his current client as he asked "So Jack, are you gonna finish the story or not?"
"Of course I'm gonna continue! How am I supposed to get your advice that I probably won't listen to anyway if I don't finish my story?"
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Next Chapter: Second half of this one!
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