Post by vempryik on Jul 28, 2009 21:56:38 GMT -5
Jensen laughed at the mention of those idiots playing with balls. His assumption was correct. They liked to tackle dudes and they did it because they liked it. "Gay-y." Jensen commented in return. He accidentally stepped on a crack in the sidewalk. That counts as a minus 1 in his general count for successful crack dodges. He felt a little light without weed or pot on him. But he didn't let it bother him. It was all worth it in order to put those bastards down and worked it did. He was going to get so hammered tonight it wasn't even funny. He deserved as much. Today, this week, sucked. Two good baggies were missing. Jensen would have pouted but thought better. No use in dampening his spirits again now that he was feeling on top of the world.
Jensen turned his head for a quick glance. "What? You don't like being called an angel? Is that hesitation in your voice?" Jensen stopped walking suddenly. "Uh oh." His hands came up to chest level. "Have I already ruined something along the lines of going out on a date?" Jensen tilted his head and smiled. "I thought that this what it was. A date. You know. You, me and endless shots." Jensen shrugged and walked to catch up to Bambi since when he had stopped so suddenly he put a gap between them. "I must be dreaming." Jensen turned around and jumped slapping the lowest hanging branch of a tree. It swung back and forth as he landed on his feet facing forward. This could turn out to be a very interesting night.
"Alright. I haven't mastered my strut so it's a little sloppy. But here goes.."
Pushing his shoulders back, he leaned back into it, angling on arm across in front of him and pointing down. With a slight pimp walk he started to strut. A male student soon passed him staring. Jensen threw his chin out in greeting. "Whats up, dog?" Jensen smiled at him as the student finally passed. He continued for a few seconds leaning even further to maximize his efforts. His bracelet jingling to that effect. Some students stared at him in disbelief at what they were seeing. A dude covered in tattoos strutting like a rapper. He just smiled a tight smile back at them. He soon half jumped out of his strut and ran towards a bench. He jumped on top of it and threw his arms out to either side as if skating.
Jensen turned his head for a quick glance. "What? You don't like being called an angel? Is that hesitation in your voice?" Jensen stopped walking suddenly. "Uh oh." His hands came up to chest level. "Have I already ruined something along the lines of going out on a date?" Jensen tilted his head and smiled. "I thought that this what it was. A date. You know. You, me and endless shots." Jensen shrugged and walked to catch up to Bambi since when he had stopped so suddenly he put a gap between them. "I must be dreaming." Jensen turned around and jumped slapping the lowest hanging branch of a tree. It swung back and forth as he landed on his feet facing forward. This could turn out to be a very interesting night.
"Alright. I haven't mastered my strut so it's a little sloppy. But here goes.."
Pushing his shoulders back, he leaned back into it, angling on arm across in front of him and pointing down. With a slight pimp walk he started to strut. A male student soon passed him staring. Jensen threw his chin out in greeting. "Whats up, dog?" Jensen smiled at him as the student finally passed. He continued for a few seconds leaning even further to maximize his efforts. His bracelet jingling to that effect. Some students stared at him in disbelief at what they were seeing. A dude covered in tattoos strutting like a rapper. He just smiled a tight smile back at them. He soon half jumped out of his strut and ran towards a bench. He jumped on top of it and threw his arms out to either side as if skating.
