{Low}Jason{And}Levesque{Behold}

[jakelambardo]

Jake could only stare at the outside of the Playboy Mansion. What had he gotten himself into? A smile came to his face as he knew what. The time of his life. He decided nothing bad could happen here. Before he had started going out with Nikki, he could have said he was coming here for girls. Now, all he could say was he coming here for lounging. He knew it sounded a bit lame, but what else could he say? It's not like he would seriously consider cheating on Nikki... Right? Of course not. Jake Lambardo may be flirty, he may be horny, but he was not a cheater. Okay, so he cheated on assignments at school. That was different. He may have never had a girlfriend before Nikki, but what could he say? He would not cheat on her... No way, no how.

As he walked through the doors and into the lounge, he knew why most people came here at night. It was luxurious. He went and sat on a couch. He loved the comfort it offered and didn't feel the need or want to stand and go get a drink or anything of the sort. Besides that, he was worried that if he did get drunk, things would turn into a disaster. What if he got so wasted, he forgot Nikki and went after another girl? He didn't want to take the risk of doing that. Jake was not well known for ever deciding that a girlfriend was a good idea. He was not really the guy who committed himself to one girl. But somehow, Nikki was different. In her own way, she had calmed Jake's wild spirit and made him see how happy he can be with one girl instead of eight.

His current outfit was simple. He wore a white tank top with a blue denim jacket over it. He had on blue jeans. His sunglasses rested on his head. He had been out walking for a bit in the sun, and so that was the only reason he had the glasses. His tan glowed in the light of the lounge and he felt completely at ease... That is, until a group of Las Vegas girls walked by and pointed at him. They giggled and whispered behind their hands. Jake scowled to his himself, but smiled at them. One squealed and jumped before they all walked away. He shook his head and wondered how in the world he would resist temptation.

[Jason Lévesque]

Jason had been more than relieved when he was unloaded off the bus of Valkyrie. Thank god. Not only was it worse than a couple of know it all British kids were giving him a hard time, well, they were trying to, but then he spent two to three hours just sitting there. Jason never just sat there. Sure, he'd been to Wimbledon and sat there for hours in fake fascination when in fact he thought tennis was the most ridiculous sport alive. Hell, Jason hated all sports. They were foolish, and Jason would much rather spend his time doing, well, joyful things. Drinking. Cocaine. Smoking. Women. Criticizing. Making people cry. It amused him. While he was at the lower levels, he spotted his bulging bags which brought the horrid memories of Tacky-Miss-Tack-Tack. Shit, bad mood again. Actually, Jason was always in a bad mood, unless he punched someone. As he shoved his way, pushing a girl over in the process, he got his bags and dropped them in front of a bell boy. They knew what to do. He'd been to way too many hotels.

"Room 456. Make sure none of the other men touch my things. If you see them touching my bags at all, make sure you leave a message at the front desk." Jason ordered, walking away and shoving his hands in his pockets. He didn't mind not changing for now - he was too lazy to deal with his roommates. Whoever the hell they were. They sure weren't his friends. Las Vegas. Jason Lévesque was finally in sin city. That sounded dangerous. He smiled. He felt like he was finally home. He breathed in the humid desert air along with the strong scent of sex and cigarettes. The city of anything. First stop? Whatever he saw. And he was quite happy with his luck, mind you.

Because the first thing he saw was the Palms Fantasy Tower, and he knew exactly what was in that tower. The Playboy Club. And let me tell you, his smile had the wattage that could power three nations. He walked inside, smirking mischievously. Slutty women.. maybe some booze.. that would get his mind off everything that had happened on the bus. Everything that had put him in such a bad mood. While walking mindlessly through the marble corridors, he finally found the golden doors to heaven - the Playboy Club. Sure, he had been to the Playboy Mansion, but this was just as good. Vegas style? Oh baby. Jason entered, paying whatever the man needed, and saw it was quite vacant. He must've been early out of all the old, horny forty year old tourists. He did see, however, a guy his age in a jean jacket. Must be some kid from another school, although Jason didn't know of any schools that went of this risque of a trip.

"7 & 7?" Jason said, showing a wad of bills which always bought over the bored bartenders, as the man nodded behind the counter and made the drink. Thank god. Jason also noticed some Vegas girls giggling and walking by the jean jacket man. Competition? Nah. Jason was too giddy to get jealous. He had other options. Like the blonde 'bunny' pretty much humping the pole near the couches where the jean jacket boy sat. Jason received his drink, slid the bartender a twenty and made his way over. "Work it baby. Let me see sweat." Jason teased the playboy bunny, sliding a ten into the lace of her thong. Always nice. He sat across jean jacket boy in a plush, black chair, sipping his 7 & 7. He looked at the boy. "Heaven, am I right?" He said, smirking.

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