How very thoughtful indeed. So thoughtful he's rewarded with a drink, too, and soon they're stepping away from the little truck with their goodies, looking for a shaded spot to eat.
"So, tell me about yourself, Brennan," he begins, absently licking up a bit of sauce that's threatening to dribble off the edge of his carton. "What's a nice guy like you doing in a town like this?"
"I was born here," Sean replies with a smile as he nudges Jay towards a little fence at the side of the marketplace. "My dad was a fisherman back when it was still a productive thing to do. This whole square here," he gestures towards the little market place with its booths of coffee and waffles, taco truck and various other bibs and bobs being sold. "It used to be a busy place, with fishermen bringing in their catch and fresh greens being sold. Now most of the trade happens at the harbor and between supermarkets and big fishers."
There's a good shade under a tree that grows out of the pavement, the stoning cracked and old. Kind of like how the town feels itself.
"I like it here," he continues as he squints his gaze towards the sea. "And the locals need someone, who isn't in the pocket of the crime families. Call me sentimental if you like..."
"Does it matter what I call you?" Jay asks drily, sparing Sean a sidelong glance as he starts munching away. "You do you, Brennan, and if it helps you sleep at night knowing you helped the local granny cross the sidewalk, so much the better."
Jay does what he can here and there, but he's no philanthropist. His mother and the world she'd brought her sons up in had made sure they'd be under no illusions of how filthy mankind could be on top of its hunger to devour any and all little flickers of goodness that might dare pop up.
"Must be lonely on the force, being the one of the few actually lawful officers in a town like this," he goes on, absently wondering if Sean has a support network of some sort. He must do, to remain so... positive. Without one, he would have been chewed up and spat out in a miserable little lump.
"Well, I'm hoping one of the words you'd use to describe me would be handsome at least," Sean teases as he nudges the man to sit on a piece of fencing under the canopy of leaves and branches. "But sure it makes me feel better, knowing that I've done my share to make this place a little better."
He shrugs as he gives Jay a sideways glance. "Honestly, I serve the people, not law. The side of this place that isn't tied up with the mob has my number, they call me instead of the police. Sure, it'd be nice to have a few guys at my back but I'll make a do."
He grins then, a little cheeky and a lot suggestive. "There are ways to alleviate loneliness, you know."
Jay smirks at the suggestive shift and asks, "Is that right, handsome? Sounds like you've got that pretty locked down, then. Don't suppose I have a jealous lover I should be careful of while I'm around?"
In which case this has all just been friendly flirtatious banter. While it would be disappointing not to see more of the impressively long frame hidden under those clothes, Jay's not about to be a home wrecker of any kind just for a quick lay, thanks.
"I wouldn't be going out on a date with a pretty thing like you if I were otherwise engaged," Sean replies honestly, his gaze steady and smile warm. "I've not found the right person yet."
And unlike most men with a face like Sean's, he actually means it.
"So, what about you? You came here to look for your brother. I actually looked you up. You and your brother. You have a Wikipedia page written about you. Did you know that? Not a whole lot of information there, though. Not even a picture. Shame."
Actually scoffing, Jay asks archly, "You're not about to believe everything you read on Wikipedia, are you?" Jay admittedly occasionally goes through both pages to shitpost. "I would've thought you'd look for criminal records. Seems the least you can do before asking out a potential crook, eh?"
There's plenty there, too. Just nothing too recently since Jay learned to be far more meticulous in hiding his traces better from the law in his late teens. It's because of such experience that Jay had fully expected Sean to have a Sally on the side for every long finger on his hands.
He balances his weight a bit more comfortably on the fence as he starts to pick at his taco, plucking up stray pieces of salsa to tidy things up before he'll take a proper bite. "Find anything interesting?"
Sean has a mouth full of taco when Jay mentions the criminal record and he has the good grace to look at least a little sheepish. Yes, he checked the records too. Of course he did. He likes to know what kind of people roll into his town.
Then again, he also had been very curious about Jay. For very personal reasons.
"I found stuff," he admits with a small shrug when his mouth is empty. "But after I gave a glimpse at your record and the Wiki, I gave it a rest. Because I was hoping to run into you again and I'd like to learn things from the source instead of stalking you online."
What can he say? He's an old fashioned guy.
"I did not read your files, I swear. Just made sure you aren't wanted for anything serious."
A thin smile crosses Jay's lips but he doesn't offer any explanation for it as he simply shrugs and digs into his taco properly. He could suggest that Sean would be looking in the wrong place for dirt on him, but that might just spoil the mood. The cop seems genuinely willing to look for the best in people, even him after having pegged him for a stalker on their first interaction. It could be nice going about life a while longer with someone who doesn't feel a need to count their fingers after shaking hands with him, for once.
"You'd make a terrible detective," he says after swallowing his mouthful. "But a great friend. Just as well you're a cop and not a private dick or something like that."
"I'm not a detective, obviously," Sean admits after wiping his mouth with a napkin. Then he tilts his head to look at Jay's profile, noting the line of his nose that probably has been broken several times, little suggestions of scars and other signs of a hard life.
There's something about him that interests Sean on a very personal level. He doesn't think Jay is here to cause trouble but Sean still wants to know more about him. For himself. (For once.)
"But even without those deductive skills I can see you don't like talking about yourself," he points out with a small smile. "That's okay. I get it. I can work my way up to it."
Jay approves of this respecting of boundaries. It's a rare event, given the usual circles he runs in, which just reminds him again of how different normal people are to criminals. Maybe this trip stalking Rook could prove to a good holiday for him...
"So you're in for the long game?" he offers. "Or just waiting until I get drunk on the beach?"
"I guess we'll see how long it takes for me to wear you down," Sean laughs as he crumbles his empty paper plate in his hands. "Maybe you'll get teary eyed when you've gotten a few beers into you and will tell me your whole life story over the campfire."
There's a shameless wink to go with it too, Sean is turning on the charm as much as he can. Apparently he really wants Jay to stick with him until beach and fire and maybe more.
"That'll be a first," comes the bemused response as Jay follows suit, polishing off the last of his taco before folding up the paper plate to chuck in the bin. "Maybe I'll just tell you a convincing lie, how about that? Or we could play '2 truths 1 lie' and you can try to figure out when I'm lying."
"Oho, seems exciting," Sean teases as he gets up this feet and gestures towards the trash before starting to walk towards it. "Seems like we have games set up for us for the evening."
He's planning a bit the route they should take as they chat. Shop first, then pick up the boat...
Jay smirks and while the expression might seem mocking, he's genuinely tickled by this surprisingly genuine and bright officer. How often does he come across someone like this in his life? Not much.
"If we're turning it to a drinking game, best make sure we've got enough drinks on hand," he muses to himself. "Guess I'll bring the booze."
"You like beer?" Sean asks as he leads their little troupe towards a convenience store a little away from the market place. They can get everything they need there, beer and whatever corn and marshmallow they want.
"I have a cooler in the truck, and we can pick up a few bags of ice."
He also doesn't want anything too strong because it would be nice not to be completely wasted. He'd actually like to remember most of the night and maybe if the stars align right, they might end up intimate later. If Jay is too drunk, Sean won't feel right touching him.
"I like something stronger, but I'm not about to turn down a beer," Jay shrugs. "Beer out on the water at night sounds like a good way to get to know each other."
They're both less likely to get completely shit-faced on beer, right?
It takes them a while to gather all they want from the shop, beer and ice, some corn and marshmallows. Sean throws in a couple of bags of potato chips. Then they head back to his truck and start towards the harbour.
"So, you're going to stay a while longer in town?" Sean asks as his fingers drum on the steering wheel while he drives.
"At least until the end of the week, yeah." Provided Rook doesn't run him off or there isn't an emergency call from work... or his mother...
Choosing to think on far more pleasant things, Jay casts his gaze towards Sean, silently admiring the strong profile of the cop. Of all tour guide/dates he could land himself, it had to be a policeman. Go figure.
Smiling privately, he asks, "Any chance I'll see more of you in that time...?"
Sean gives him a glance before directing his gaze back at the road, sunny smile and a row of pearly whites remaining long after.
"Well, I hope so," he replies easily. "If you aren't sick of me by tomorrow, I'm happy to show you around more."
He tries not to feel somewhat saddened by the fact that it's obvious that eventually Jay will move on and whatever this interest between them is going to be, it's going to be very temporary. It's too soon to worry about that.
"Aren't you the epitome of the most accommodating police officer?" He's only half-teasing, now, because Sean does seem to be somehow far too good to be true. Though Jay can at least reason out that it probably has a bit to do with both of them openly eyeing each other's pants. "Am I gonna get in trouble for taking up all your time?"
"That's hardly a penalised offence," Sean says with an air of mock seriousness. "But if you are worried about it, I can always come up with a fine..."
His eyes sparkle with mischief as he glances at Jay from the corner of his eye, mostly keeping his attention to the road but it's so hard not to stray every now and then.
Jay snorts and meets that quick glance with a knowing smirk. "Something tells me it's not gonna be so simple as a ticket with a petty sum to cough up," he hums. "Maybe I'd be okay with a 'fine' depending on what you come up with..."
Sean grins as he lets his gaze flicker at Jay again, this time lowering purposefully down over his body.
"I'm sure I could think of something," Sean hums under his breath without a hint of shame, then laughs merrily as he finally rounds the car towards the harbour. Keys isn't a big place, distances are quick to cover.
"That's the boat," he says, pointing towards a vintage looking cruiser boat. Despite the old fashioned look, the boat is in pristine condition, obviously well taken care of. "It's not the fastest in the harbour," Sean continues with a soft chuckle and he's very right. There are quite a bit of muscle boats all over the place in shining white colours. "But it's reliable and affordable for a couple of guys, who don't have a fortune."
Jay whistles on seeing the boat. "Not a bad ride," he comments, quietly appreciative of the quality of the boat and not all that bothered that there are 'fancier' rigs all around. He's a fan of the classics, what can he say?
He smirks and glances at Sean again, asking drily, "How many lucky guys and gals have you brought a'board, hm? Seems a good place to have the excuse to rub a little oil around."
Something he's guessing Sean wouldn't mind doing for him after that pointed once-over he got.
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How very thoughtful indeed. So thoughtful he's rewarded with a drink, too, and soon they're stepping away from the little truck with their goodies, looking for a shaded spot to eat.
"So, tell me about yourself, Brennan," he begins, absently licking up a bit of sauce that's threatening to dribble off the edge of his carton. "What's a nice guy like you doing in a town like this?"
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There's a good shade under a tree that grows out of the pavement, the stoning cracked and old. Kind of like how the town feels itself.
"I like it here," he continues as he squints his gaze towards the sea. "And the locals need someone, who isn't in the pocket of the crime families. Call me sentimental if you like..."
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"Does it matter what I call you?" Jay asks drily, sparing Sean a sidelong glance as he starts munching away. "You do you, Brennan, and if it helps you sleep at night knowing you helped the local granny cross the sidewalk, so much the better."
Jay does what he can here and there, but he's no philanthropist. His mother and the world she'd brought her sons up in had made sure they'd be under no illusions of how filthy mankind could be on top of its hunger to devour any and all little flickers of goodness that might dare pop up.
"Must be lonely on the force, being the one of the few actually lawful officers in a town like this," he goes on, absently wondering if Sean has a support network of some sort. He must do, to remain so... positive. Without one, he would have been chewed up and spat out in a miserable little lump.
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He shrugs as he gives Jay a sideways glance. "Honestly, I serve the people, not law. The side of this place that isn't tied up with the mob has my number, they call me instead of the police. Sure, it'd be nice to have a few guys at my back but I'll make a do."
He grins then, a little cheeky and a lot suggestive. "There are ways to alleviate loneliness, you know."
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Jay smirks at the suggestive shift and asks, "Is that right, handsome? Sounds like you've got that pretty locked down, then. Don't suppose I have a jealous lover I should be careful of while I'm around?"
In which case this has all just been friendly flirtatious banter. While it would be disappointing not to see more of the impressively long frame hidden under those clothes, Jay's not about to be a home wrecker of any kind just for a quick lay, thanks.
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And unlike most men with a face like Sean's, he actually means it.
"So, what about you? You came here to look for your brother. I actually looked you up. You and your brother. You have a Wikipedia page written about you. Did you know that? Not a whole lot of information there, though. Not even a picture. Shame."
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Actually scoffing, Jay asks archly, "You're not about to believe everything you read on Wikipedia, are you?" Jay admittedly occasionally goes through both pages to shitpost. "I would've thought you'd look for criminal records. Seems the least you can do before asking out a potential crook, eh?"
There's plenty there, too. Just nothing too recently since Jay learned to be far more meticulous in hiding his traces better from the law in his late teens. It's because of such experience that Jay had fully expected Sean to have a Sally on the side for every long finger on his hands.
He balances his weight a bit more comfortably on the fence as he starts to pick at his taco, plucking up stray pieces of salsa to tidy things up before he'll take a proper bite. "Find anything interesting?"
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Then again, he also had been very curious about Jay. For very personal reasons.
"I found stuff," he admits with a small shrug when his mouth is empty. "But after I gave a glimpse at your record and the Wiki, I gave it a rest. Because I was hoping to run into you again and I'd like to learn things from the source instead of stalking you online."
What can he say? He's an old fashioned guy.
"I did not read your files, I swear. Just made sure you aren't wanted for anything serious."
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A thin smile crosses Jay's lips but he doesn't offer any explanation for it as he simply shrugs and digs into his taco properly. He could suggest that Sean would be looking in the wrong place for dirt on him, but that might just spoil the mood. The cop seems genuinely willing to look for the best in people, even him after having pegged him for a stalker on their first interaction. It could be nice going about life a while longer with someone who doesn't feel a need to count their fingers after shaking hands with him, for once.
"You'd make a terrible detective," he says after swallowing his mouthful. "But a great friend. Just as well you're a cop and not a private dick or something like that."
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There's something about him that interests Sean on a very personal level. He doesn't think Jay is here to cause trouble but Sean still wants to know more about him. For himself. (For once.)
"But even without those deductive skills I can see you don't like talking about yourself," he points out with a small smile. "That's okay. I get it. I can work my way up to it."
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Jay approves of this respecting of boundaries. It's a rare event, given the usual circles he runs in, which just reminds him again of how different normal people are to criminals. Maybe this trip stalking Rook could prove to a good holiday for him...
"So you're in for the long game?" he offers. "Or just waiting until I get drunk on the beach?"
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There's a shameless wink to go with it too, Sean is turning on the charm as much as he can. Apparently he really wants Jay to stick with him until beach and fire and maybe more.
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"That'll be a first," comes the bemused response as Jay follows suit, polishing off the last of his taco before folding up the paper plate to chuck in the bin. "Maybe I'll just tell you a convincing lie, how about that? Or we could play '2 truths 1 lie' and you can try to figure out when I'm lying."
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He's planning a bit the route they should take as they chat. Shop first, then pick up the boat...
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Jay smirks and while the expression might seem mocking, he's genuinely tickled by this surprisingly genuine and bright officer. How often does he come across someone like this in his life? Not much.
"If we're turning it to a drinking game, best make sure we've got enough drinks on hand," he muses to himself. "Guess I'll bring the booze."
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"I have a cooler in the truck, and we can pick up a few bags of ice."
He also doesn't want anything too strong because it would be nice not to be completely wasted. He'd actually like to remember most of the night and maybe if the stars align right, they might end up intimate later. If Jay is too drunk, Sean won't feel right touching him.
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"I like something stronger, but I'm not about to turn down a beer," Jay shrugs. "Beer out on the water at night sounds like a good way to get to know each other."
They're both less likely to get completely shit-faced on beer, right?
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"So, you're going to stay a while longer in town?" Sean asks as his fingers drum on the steering wheel while he drives.
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"At least until the end of the week, yeah." Provided Rook doesn't run him off or there isn't an emergency call from work... or his mother...
Choosing to think on far more pleasant things, Jay casts his gaze towards Sean, silently admiring the strong profile of the cop. Of all tour guide/dates he could land himself, it had to be a policeman. Go figure.
Smiling privately, he asks, "Any chance I'll see more of you in that time...?"
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"Well, I hope so," he replies easily. "If you aren't sick of me by tomorrow, I'm happy to show you around more."
He tries not to feel somewhat saddened by the fact that it's obvious that eventually Jay will move on and whatever this interest between them is going to be, it's going to be very temporary. It's too soon to worry about that.
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"Aren't you the epitome of the most accommodating police officer?" He's only half-teasing, now, because Sean does seem to be somehow far too good to be true. Though Jay can at least reason out that it probably has a bit to do with both of them openly eyeing each other's pants. "Am I gonna get in trouble for taking up all your time?"
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His eyes sparkle with mischief as he glances at Jay from the corner of his eye, mostly keeping his attention to the road but it's so hard not to stray every now and then.
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Jay snorts and meets that quick glance with a knowing smirk. "Something tells me it's not gonna be so simple as a ticket with a petty sum to cough up," he hums. "Maybe I'd be okay with a 'fine' depending on what you come up with..."
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"I'm sure I could think of something," Sean hums under his breath without a hint of shame, then laughs merrily as he finally rounds the car towards the harbour. Keys isn't a big place, distances are quick to cover.
"That's the boat," he says, pointing towards a vintage looking cruiser boat. Despite the old fashioned look, the boat is in pristine condition, obviously well taken care of. "It's not the fastest in the harbour," Sean continues with a soft chuckle and he's very right. There are quite a bit of muscle boats all over the place in shining white colours. "But it's reliable and affordable for a couple of guys, who don't have a fortune."
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Jay whistles on seeing the boat. "Not a bad ride," he comments, quietly appreciative of the quality of the boat and not all that bothered that there are 'fancier' rigs all around. He's a fan of the classics, what can he say?
He smirks and glances at Sean again, asking drily, "How many lucky guys and gals have you brought a'board, hm? Seems a good place to have the excuse to rub a little oil around."
Something he's guessing Sean wouldn't mind doing for him after that pointed once-over he got.
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