Summary: AU. Jared has a night out. Jensen turns up where he’s least expected.
Warnings: Not beta’d, all mistakes are my fault. Is edited a bit from the original version.
Word Count: 3,000+
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen are not mine. More’s the pity. (and a personal "I'm sorry" to dancetomato for the title)
Notes: For the story’s sake look afterwards, but it was originally written for the latest round of blindfold_spn off this prompt.
Jared finally settles on a pair of jeans that ride just along his hipbones, letting the edge of his boxer-briefs peek out above the denim. He pulls on a black t-shirt--it seems all he really has in his wardrobe is varying shades of black and white these days--tighter than he would usually wear, but that’s the whole point, isn’t it? Sliding bare feet into one of his two pairs of “non-work” shoes (the other a pair of well-worn running shoes), he moves into the bathroom. He runs an electric razor quickly over his stubble to even it out, and then warms a swipe of pomade from the pot on the counter before running his hands through his hair quickly. He arches his brow scrutinizing the result-- it’s not going to last all night, but at least it’ll keep it out of his face for a while. He takes one last look at himself in the mirror before flicking off the lights and grabbing his keys from the nightstand.
( 1:15 am and it’s hot and loud in the club. )