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"Sportsy, I'm so fuckin' glad we can finally be in Vegas!", Dave said, resting his feet on the dashboard, "I know a good hotel we can stay at for our vacay too. Jeez, just two best friends goin' to the place of their dreams.... Pretty fuckin' romantical if you ask me."
"...this was your idea, Dave," Jack replied, side-eyeing him, "and get your feet off of my dashboard. Be decent for once? Please? "
It's not like everyday kiddie stranglers go out to Vegas just to get away from everything that's happening back at home. Meh, maybe it was for them; but it was always Daves idea. It's not like they paid for anything anyway.
Dave had brung out and used a comically large map to look for the specific road the hotel was on so he could tell Jack where to go, only about a few left turns away from where they were in the city right now. It was in the middle of Vegas. The cars AC was barely working and it was hot as a motherfucker, Dave not making it any better with his... absolute stench. It smelled like an entire corpse was in the same car; but knowing that weirdo, there was a slight chance there could be a rotting body in that trunk of Jacks. Though; Jack had no idea where said stench was coming from.
He sniffed the air inconspicuously, "Do you smell that?"
"Smell what, Sport?"
"That awful, wretched stink."
"Oh, no I don't!"
Jack turned his head a little bit towards Dave and leaned in a little bit into him, sniffing again.
"Oh my god! Dave. When we get to that hotel you talked about you're taking a damn shower. You reek. Fuck, man.", Jack blurted, returning to his original position, glancing at Dave for a quick second before looking back at the road again.
"C'mon, do I really smell that bad Old Sport?", he asked, looking from behind his huge map.
"Yes, you do. Stench mixed with this heat? Absolute hell. I don't know how you're not suffering right now."
"I could just be used to it!"
"...that's even worse...", Jacks face cringed at Daves reply. Used to it? To this bad of a smell? Shit, Dave. Wouldn't really expect anything less from a purple cryptid man, anyway.
They've finally arrived at the hotel, the sign reading: 'The Shalimar Hotel'. Jack drove around the lot to find somewhere to park —which was... fairly easy. There were very few guests staying here. Once he found somewhere to park he turned off the engine and quickly opened his door to stand outside the car to take in the fresh air after being in that awful heat mixed with that absolute stench for so long. Dave did the same, also cracking his back and creepily long neck. He unlocked and popped open the trunk for Dave — having him carry both suitcases.
The men walked up into the hotel and to the reception desk, the purple man checking in for them with a fake id and stolen credit card. While walking to their room, the air smelled of marijuana. They could see why people barely came to this place. They saw the reviews, so they knew what they were going to get themselves into. Literally everything was a mess; cockroaches everywhere. "How is this place not shut down, like... at all?", Jack had asked rhetorically.
"I dunno, Sportsy. That's like askin' how Freddy's was never fully shut down despite the multiple child murders!", Dave replied making zero sense. He had unlocked the door – holding it open for his dear old sports'.
"...no it's not. This is different, we're at a hotel. You know, where people stay a night at?", Jack winced looking around. Beds were a mess and stained from god-knows-what, the floor was dirty as hell, and the kitchen part of the room had gunk everywhere. "This is so disgusting.", He said, placing his suitcase on the bed. "Do I really even want to put my clothes away in this places dressers?"
"Your choice, Sportsy.", Dave responded –placing his suitcase in the far corner next to the desk that was next to the balcony's sliding glass door. Jack thought that was the smartest idea in this case, so he did the same, placing it next to Daves. "Also, take that shower. Like... right now. I'll take one after you.", he demanded, running his hand through his own greasy hair with the other hand on a hip.
Dave rolled his eyes, taking a free-to-use towel from the metal shelves; then grabbing his suitcase again and popping it open to grab his two-n-one shampoo and conditioner, body wash, and clean clothes that didn't smell like copper and sweat. Not even bothering to put the 'case back where it was. Walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him, it seemed like the only thing room service did was clean the bathrooms and nothing else. Which is kind of weird since... its called room service and they're supposed to you know... clean the rooms! Turning the knob, the steaming water started to run. Dave stepped inside the tub with his two-in-one shampoo and conditioner, along with his body wash.
Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed, the only noise that had filled the air was the muffled sound of the shower running, and maybe occasionally Dave humming some random-ass song.
There was nothing to do in this ugly hotel, and it was also 7 p.m., so maybe later him and Dave could go for a drink. Or go to the casino, but he didn't have the energy for that right now. So... scratch that!
After a bit, Dave finished his shower and Jack went to go take one. It took about 30 minutes for Jack to clean himself under that steaming hot water. The water which wasn't even that clean. It had a faint brown color from all the rust in the pipes; with the staff not caring about checking that kind of shit.
After Jack finished his shower, he got dressed in the bathroom, putting on a pair of briefs and a white tank top. He threw his towel to the ground in a corner, and came out of the steamy room.
Dave was standing over the balcony rails, smoking a cigarette that was close to finished and looking over the pool. He could spot the moons reflection in the water rippling from the very slight wind gusts. The night sky was littered with the lighting that Vegas would shine with — so no stars were able to be seen. Jack noticing, he walked over next to Dave; leaning over the rail as the purple man did.
"May I?", he asked — looking over at Dave.
Nodding, he took the cigarette out from between his lips, coughing like crazy, and handed it to Jack.
Jack took it, resting it between his own and taking in the smoke. Then taking it out and exhaling again; triggering a cough. "...thanks for dragging me out here, Dave. I um... I really needed it. Some relief, y'know?", Jack said; his voice soft. He tapped the cigarette over the rails, now only the butt remaining; tossing that over the rail as well disregarding the rules of the hotel.
It was silent; but more like a sort of... comforting silence. The sounds of the wind blowing occasionally interrupting it. To be frank — it was nice with it just being them two.
"Mm... yeah." Dave hummed, finally responded after the elongated silence, "Thank you for letting me drag you along, Old Sport! Even if you said no, I still would've found a way to bring you with, you know that right?"
The orange man nodded ever so slightly, "Yeah, yeah I know."
It was silent again, the two men exchanging glances every now and again — then looking back off the balcony. Jack hasn't felt this happy with having someone up his ass since... forever, basically. Even if he did think that Dave was annoying 70% of the time he appreciated that someone would be so genuine with him. So honest... he hopes. Everytime he didn't show up at work he would feel such devastation so deep within he probably didn't even notice it himself; basically always secretly hoping that Dave was there. They were like 2 peas in a pod, the 2 missing puzzle pieces of eachothers lives, twin flames. It's like as soon as they had met he had felt a connection already so strong to Dave. So intense that maybe... just maybe, he finally felt like he found his home. Dave was someone that would understand him so deeply unlike anybody else.
"Old Sport- Sportsy- Ya' still with us?", Dave questioned, snapping infront of Jacks face.
Jack had zoned out — snapping back into the real world, "Oh, yeah. Sorry. Was zoned out..."
"I was just tellin' ya I'm boutta go to bed! Ya seemed tired, so I just wanted ta let ya know."
Jack rubbed his eyes, cracking his back after. "Oh that was a good crack, needed that... 'n yeah I'll be right there."
Giving Jack a friendly smile, he walked over to the bed and slipped under the covers. The stained, disgusting covers. Jack following just seconds after, his back turned away from Dave. A gap between them.
Looking over his shoulder and at the orange man, "It's okay ta snuggle yer friends sometimes, do ya know that Sport? Especially since this bed ain't so big, ya might fall right off!"
"I guess I never... considered it?"
"Well I did.", responding playfully. He turned to face towards Jack and pulled Jack into him — arms wrapped around his waist.
Jack melted into the touch. His face turning a deep orange, but since it was dark it wasn't noticeable. Thankfully. This was one of the things he's never really knew he needed. It seems like now... he needs to reconsider how he feels about Dave, in a more than friends way.
They peacefully dozed off, legs tangled, and Dave still holding tightly onto Jack.