A Sneak Peak

Things have been a bit hectic lately and I’ll be doing a lot of traveling over the next three weeks, so posting will be more sporadic. That being said, today I’m going to post part of a current project that’s still in the early stages.

Sneak Peak of Accident Prone

The bar’s hopping, a danger of having an open bar at a wedding. People love to drink even when they’re paying out the ass for it, so the opportunity to drink without having to pay for it wasn’t one to be missed.

Jasper can’t say that he’s a big fan of the wait involved though. The man in front of him smells like he’s been rolling in the alcohol and he keeps encroaching on Jasper’s space, waving his hands as he tries to make some point about New York taxi drivers. Jasper almost walks away without getting a drink. He breaths a sigh of relief when the guy grabs his beer and disappears.

He shoots the bartender a charming smile and orders a gin and tonic, leaning casually on the bar as he waits. The bartender’s quick, sliding the drink to him in no time at all.

Of course, he only makes it about ten feet from the bar when someone barrels into him, and there goes his drink all over his lovely tux. He’s fairly sure their drink has made it onto him too. His skin prickles as the liquid sinks in, decidedly cold and uncomfortable against his hot skin.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” Hands pat at his tux.

Jasper takes a step back. “It’s fine,” he assures, feeling mildly annoyed. He gets a good look at the guy. He’s tall, but shorter than Jasper, with a thick head of fluffy black hair and nut brown skin. His eyes are large and almond shaped, sporting liquid brown irises. He has the slightest shade of five o’clock shadow spreading over his jaw. Not bad looking at all. Even with the look of genuine distress on his face.

“Really, I’m so sorry,” blurts the guy, pushing Jasper down into the chair behind him. He grabs up one of the napkins lying on the table and begins to pat Jasper’s shirt and pants down.

Jasper looks down at the napkin. “That napkin has steak juice all over it,” he points out. That’ll definitely stain his shirt.

The guy freezes, looking down at the napkin. “Oh god,” he groans, and tosses the napkin aside. He stands up and leans over Jasper, pressing Jasper’s face into his stomach.

“Really,” says Jasper, oddly more amused than anything else, “this is unnecessary.” His voice comes out muffled.

The guy leans away and brandishes a clean napkin and crouches to begin patting down Jasper once more. “It’s the least I can do,” he assures Jasper. “I’ve ruined your tux. This must have cost you a fortune. I can pay for the cleaners.” He pauses and looks up at Jasper. “Why aren’t you yelling at me?”

“Why would I yell at you?”

Big brown eyes blink up at him. “I just ruined a really nice suit by not paying attention to what I was doing.”

“You’re trying to fix it, and you offered to pay for the cleaners. Which is unnecessary, but thank you.” Jasper grabs his wrist and pushes it and the napkin away from him. “This is hardly the first time I’ve had something spilt on me. Yelling accomplishes nothing and you clearly feel bad.”

“Are you sure?” He shakes the hand holding the napkin, which Jasper still happens to be holding away.

“Patting my clothes down is going to do nothing but make you look hysterical. I’ll go to the restrooms and use one of the dryers.” He lets go of the guy’s arm when he’s sure he isn’t going to attack him with the napkin again. “How about you buy me a new drink?”

“Right. I’ll do that. What were you drinking?”

“Gin and tonic.” He stands up and skirts his way around him. “You know where to find me.”


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