dumb boys becoming dumb hipster boys.

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[John met Dave at a fashion shoot two years ago. Kanaya had been holding a fashion show and Dave had agreed to be one of the models in it, this is when John was trying to dabble in photography as the person behind the camera. He found he really had no talent for it at all, instead he graduated with a degree photo processing. So Kanaya had kept him on board after they found a new photographer.

That's when John officially met Dave. Dave was a special kind of guy. No college degree, just a knack for what he loved to do. John had seen some of Dave's work through some hipster tumblr blog. The photos had been obviously raw, no processing- but he had to admit Dave has this special ability to take the PERFECT shot. It makes him jealous that he decided to not pursue the career behind the camera.

But as talented as Dave may be, he's also like any other person John works with. He's kind of picky when it comes to how his photos are processed and while John sometimes gets some of the shots processed how Dave wants them. He doesn't always get it right the first time. Which makes Dave complain and become high maintenance which in return causes John to complain about Dave to Rose. Today he decides to bring three different options. The model was Rose, an absolutely beautiful girl who she knew through Kanaya. Who better to model your clothing line than your girlfriend, right?]

Hey, Dave.

[He walks into the studio with three of her prints, all processed differently. It looks like John has been behind the computer for quite some time being as careful as he could to process them the three different ways he knows Dave likes. He never thought of even trying anything new.

When he approaches Dave he holds them out.] I finished three separate prints, and one of them has to go to Kanaya by tomorrow evening. Which one do you like best?

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[knightime]

[Dave doesn't respond, instead sulking as he continued to rifle through some negatives.]

Whatever you want to do. [Now he's just being a sour puss.]

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[John rolls his eyes as he finished packing up his stuff. Dave was such a hard ass sometimes. He just doesn't understand sometimes.]

I'll see you at five, darling coworker of mine. [Yup. John is bringing over some quality Apple Cider. AJ, AC- same difference.]

[knightime]

Gross. [Dave just kind of sinks into his chair.

But he'll let John in when he comes over. He's just being a huge baby right now.]

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[Well John arrives on time because that is how he rolls. Knocking on the door. He has the Taco Bell he promised, coke, apple juice, and apple cider. Tonight was going to be an interesting night.

So Dave should totally let him in. Because yup.]

[knightime]

[Dave just swings the door open and heads back inside, letting John deal with closing the door behind him. He was on the phone apparently.]

You can ask any of your models from the agency to do this and I know you can. Why exactly does it have to be me?

Rose, you're a load of a shit and you know it. [He frowned a bit, stopping in front of the counter in his little kitchenette, tapping his fingers on it.] Fine. Fine. But you owe me dinner on top of paying me.

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[John will come in on the tail end of this conversation. Dave does modeling? Dave does modeling? The guy hardly ever cleaned up for anything.

Then again, neither of them did.

He sets the food and drinks on the counter and leans on the counter.]

[knightime]

[Dave seems to not be so keen about it even so.] You fucking kidding me? Why do I have to come so early? Urghhhh.

[He mumbles a bit more before finally hanging up.] Motherfucking dicks.

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[John puts away his phone when Dave gets off of his.]


Everything good? Well, by "motherfucking dicks" I'm going to assume something is up. [By that text from Kanaya he just got. He assumes he and Dave are going to the same place tomorrow.]

[knightime]

I have to go in tomorrow. They probably just want me to be the model for what ugly piece of shit you are and have some blond bombshell to be compare what you can be. I don't know why they're making me come in so early though.

[He's not looking forward to this.]

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[Oh boy. Should he tell Dave they asked him to come too. Probably not right now while he's angry.]

Naw man, I think you're going to be the "compare what you can be" of that equation. You're a good looking guy there isn't any denying that.

[Hah.] Anyways. I brought AJ, Apple Cider, and Coke. Your food is hot as shit right now so it's prime for the eating.

[knightime]

[It might be best not to mention it at all.]

Excuse you, Egbert. I do not look like model material. [He doesn't exactly dress the part, that's for sure.]

Let's just eat and I can take you back like why you came here for.

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[Yeah, he might just show up and just do his job.]

I mean it's whatever you think dude. [None of them in that place but Rose and Kanaya dress cleanly every day.]

Good idea. But I didn't just come here to watch you do your thing. We can watch a movie too. [Because John was prepared and brought over the classics.]

[knightime]

[At least everyone else dresses presentable. Dave just doesn't care. He only cleans up for clients or important meets, but it's too much work otherwise.]

John Egbert. Trying to get me to go on a date. You sly beast you. [Going to grab his food. Pigging out time is a now.]

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[John dresses the part, his hair might suffer. But what do you do when your hair naturally goes ninety-eleven directions? Nothing that's what.]

Oh Dave. Oh no. Woe is me. You've caught me red handed. What will I do? I guess you might just have to accept a movie date with me since I am so sly, right? [John wasn't even sure if he was being serious right now.]

[knightime]

I guess I will. I assume you brought movies already like the sneaky ass you are. [Dave says this attractively while taking a bite out of his chalupa.]

[longwinded]

Of course I did. I brought horror movies, romantic comedies, action. Whatever you could dream of watching, almost.

[John snarfs his crunchy taco. Fuck yes.]

[knightime]

Are they all terrible like your usual taste in movies?

[Totally going to chug that apple juice like he hasn't had apple juice in fucking years and is in need of it.]

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I picked only the most terrible for you, and brought apple cider so we can laugh at how terrible they are.

[He was so fucking prepared. See?]

[knightime]

Why can't you ever bring actual good movies for once?

[Dave finishes his chalupa before he started to head to the backroom.] Come on, loser.

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Because drinking wouldn't be any fun at all if the movies weren't terrible.

[He finishes and follows Dave to the back room. Yes, this is the best room ever.]

[knightime]

You're going to kill me with alcohol poisoning one day.

[Dave switches on the light. The entire ceiling has string attached with photos clipped to them with clothespin. There are tables laid out covered with prints. The place was fairly organized, given Dave's messy habits.

The door adjacent was a revolving door that lead into his darkroom.] Knock yourself out.

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I don't think I will. That really depends on how much of that apple cider you have later, and how strongly it's spiked.

[Dave knows what John likes. John is liking this room. There are more photos in here than there were last time and dear jesus did he love seeing Dave's freelance photography anytime he could get the chance.]

Not even two steps in this room and I'm already knocked out. This is impressive.

[knightime]

You drink like a god damn pussy, come on.

[Dave rolled his eyes behind his shades, walking over to the table to inspect his prints. Those were probably his most recent ones.]

Most of them is just shit I do on my free time. [There were a hell lot of candid shots hung up.]

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Don't even hate.

[No stop rolling your eyes Dave, John is extremely amused and he will hear no more bullcrap about how these are just things Dave is doing in his free time. Because whoa this room is full.]

How do you even take pictures this awesome. That's one thing I never got from a photography class, I tried my damndest. I finished the program but I am by far a really shitty photographer.

[knightime]

One hundred percent talent, bitch. I don't know. I just point and shoot whatever grabs my attention.

[If John inspects any of the photos very carefully. He'll find that there are some of John. Actually, John will probably be the person that shows up the most in the photos if there are any recognizable faces in them.]

There's a lot of things that make a good photo, you know.