oneshots: legacy edition (jalex)

Lights Camera Where The Fuck Is Jack

Vinny's wedding is nice. The vows were sweet, the ceremony was a little boring, the photographer took for-fucking-ever.
It's been nice.
The reception isn't bad either. There's wine and food, and music, and wine. There's even a photo booth with plenty of silly accessories.

Alex had been given a plus one invitation, but there was no way in hell he was taking Lisa. There's too much going on, and he's really, honestly, just sick of her right now.
Maybe that'll change later, who knows, but Alex didn't invite a plus one, so he's been spending the whole night with Jack, who also didn't use his plus one.

Rian's with his current girlfriend of the week, and Zack's doing god knows what, so Jack is honestly just the most chill person Alex can be hanging out with.

Who needs women anyway?

The world. The entire fucking planet needs women.

Alex, though? He could do without a partner for a good, long while. Or however long it takes for him to go apologize for whatever Lisa is upset about.

Again.

At least he knows he has someone to go home to, even if it doesn't ever really feel like home.

None of that drama fucking matters anyway, there's wine and therefore Alex will not be dealing with feelings today. Maybe tomorrow, but not right now.

"Dude, you need to wear this hat," Jack laughs. He's holding one of those like, pilot hats, or maybe a sea captain on a cruise ship.

Alex knew he shouldn't have worn the blue suit. It's giving Guy Who Owns A Yacht.

Who the fuck decided to spell Yacht like that. It looks like the sound that narrators cat makes before she throws up.

"Fine, but you have to wear this."
Jack eyes the flower glasses for a moment. Then he grins. "Oh, I will rock these."

As if Jack doesn't rock everything.

What.

The photo booth itself is pretty much a fancy backdrop set up and a guy with a fancy camera. It's technically a lot more efficient than an actual photo booth, but it's not really a photo booth, ya feel? These photo booth photographers are stealing jobs from the robots. This is the real reason for the inevitable robot uprising.

Alex might be a little tipsy.

"Let's take a silly one first."
"Jack, they're all silly, you're wearing flower sunglasses."
"And it's the height fashion, get with the program."

The photographer looks like he would rather be smoking a cigarette right now, but he snaps a picture of Jack and Alex in a silly pose and waits for them to decide on the next one.

They settle for the token boy band bad boy pose that looks like it was taken right out of that one Big Time Rush video.

Did Big Time Rush ever credit Alex for that one song? It was on Dirty Work right? Alex is pretty sure it was No Idea, but it was so long ago it might as well have been Wake Up, Sunshine.

Where is Alex again?

Oh right the photo booth.

How much has he had to drink?

"Okay, I have an idea," Jack says, his face flushed. Maybe it's alcohol, maybe he just looks like that.
"What's the idea?"

Jack turns to the photographer. "Can you count down from five?"
The photographer—Alex squints at his name tag—James, shrugs starts to count down, and Alex is still waiting for Jack to explain.

He doesn't.

Instead, James the photographer gets to one, and Jack lunges forward, locking his mouth on that tattoo behind Alex's ear.
Oh.