Title: Gothic Rose
Author: eenodol
Pairing: J/SB
Part: 3/?
Archive: under "eenodol" please.
Disclaimers: The following story is entirely fictitious. Any
similarities between yadda yadda yadda. Whee! Disclaimers are fun like 
codes are fun! Here are some fun codes for fun! RELEVANCE! j/sb, m/m, 
sc/gm, gb/ja. I made some of those up. "Strip club/ gay males", "gay 
bouncer/ Jay's ass." Ooh.. Now you have to read on! Oh yes, and stuff is 
owned by Kevin Smith etc, not eenodol.

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After about fifteen minutes of trying vainly dress himself, Jay realized 
his pants would not go on because he was already wearing pants. Jay headed 
for the front door of the apartment. Upon arriving there, it took him 
another few minutes to remember that in order to open the door, one must push 
and turn the handle at the same time. Once this thought process was 
complete he tried once more, only to realize that the deadbolt was locked. 
From the outside. Frustrated and tired, he climbed out through the open 
window. 

Jay staggered down the street for a minute before reaching "The Beaver 
Patch," a gentlemen's club which he and Bob frequented. Remembering his 
earlier mishaps, he bypassed the door altogether and headed for the window. 
He attempted to open it, but, realizing it was locked, went through the door 
instead. 

"Hey Jay-man. What up?" the bouncer greeted him.

"Not much yo, just lookin' for Bob and some fine ass bitches."

"Word!" The bouncer gave Jay a high five and patted his ass as he walked 
into the building.

Jay entered the fine establishment and paused by a potted palm. He 
tipped his head back and grinner, breathing in the familiar smell of young 
pussy and old money. He ambled over to he and Silent Bob's usual seat by the 
runway and brushed his hair back from his face. He put his chin in his hands 
and gazed up at the bouncing sequins and shiny fabric. The dancer recognized 
him, and, giggling, gave him a little wave. Jay raised an eyebrow in 
response.

Jay reached over to grab Bob's shoulder and whisper, "Yo, you see that? 
She wants me." But unfortunatley, Bob wasn't there and Jay toppled face 
first into the stained plush cushion of the booth. 

"Oh yuck.. This smells like cock," he moaned. Jay sat back up and 
remained in the booth a few minutes longer, nervously chain smaoking while 
waiting for Bob to return. When Bob didn't return, Jay became even more 
worried. Was Bob even there at the club at all?

Jay, being low on rolling papers and needing a new filter for his baby 
kitty pipe, raised himself from the booth and blew a kiss to the strippers 
before walking aout of the stripclub.

"Bye bye Jack," he said to the bouncer as he walked past.

"Hey, you can't get away so easily," Jack said gruffly. "Get back here 
and give me a hug!" Jack caught Jay by his beltloop and pulled him to 
himself, enveloping the bleary-eyed blond in a strangling hug. Jack began to 
grope Jay's ass and attempted to get a hand down his pants.

"Woah there buddy, I dunno what you're thinkin', but I's got to be goin'. 
Bye."

"Buhbye tiger.. mrowr!"

Jay headed off towards the hacky sack store for his paraphenalia, 
wondering where this sudden burst of not only affection, but homosexuality on 
Jack's part had come from.

"I ain't gay," Jay reassured himself. But, nonetheless, he was strangly 
aroused by Chad's advances. "I ain't no cock smoker!" he said aloud, 
remembering the sickly sweet smell of cum he had breathed in so deeply from 
the cushions of his booth. "Dammit," he realized, "I think I'm almost sober."

.tbc.