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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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.

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Things actually grab your attention? [John teases at Dave more often than he should.]

Like what? I could show you some of my work. But it's absolutely horrendous and I've thought about using it as a fire starter before. Guess everyone isn't One hundred percent talent.

[John is inspecting them, and he thinks that may be a photo of him. but nah, it must be a vaguely similar guy because why would he even capture Dave's attention. He's boring as fuck, and not that attractive.]

[knightime]

Die in a fucking fire, John.

It depends from person to person. Subject matter. Lighting. Technique can only take you so far. If it means something to you, then it isn't a bad photo, is it? [That was surprisingly strange to hear from Dave, considering he never mentions emotional attachment to anything.]

You done admiring my shit?

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Right, then who is going to edit for you? Don't even say anyone else. You know only I can do the job you want.

[He looks back at the pictures again. Still vaguely wondering why the clothing and shoes and was that an eye? Looked so familiar. Nah nope nada, John is going to ignore that thought.] You're right, I guess. I just need to be more confident. I suppose.

Yeah, I'm done.

[knightime]

I can do it myself, you know.

[Even if it meant making his tight schedule even tighter.] This is a man eat man world, John. Gotta take it or pack your bags.

Come on. I need to get wasted because I know I'm not going to enjoy tomorrow.

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My bags are unpacked, and I'm not going anywhere. Thank you very much.

[He snickers.] Let's be honest, I practically won the spot for your best processor.

[And so John exits the room and heads back to the kitchen where the alcoholic apple cider awaits them. He's sure if they run out of that Dave has something too.]

[knightime]

We're all expendable to some extent. [Dave is like the hugest pessimist.] It's better not to get too attached because you don't know if you'll get the boot or if they will.

That doesn't mean there isn't someone who could surpass you or you'll find someone who'll catch your eye.

[Dave just follows. Something about his words seemed off. Like for a moment, he wasn't referring to their job so much.] What movies did you bring this time.

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[Unfortunately John is already too attached. He loves his job, and the people he works with. He does slightly catch onto that last part. He tries to not look intrigued.]

Mega Piranha, Blind Fury, Con Air, and Snakes on a Train. We're going to need to get wasted by the time we watch Blind Fury.

[knightime]

[Dave isn't explaining himself.]

Oh my god. Why do you own all these crappy movies. Come on.

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I don't know. I find them in bargain bins and I just have to buy them. Admittedly Con Air isn't so bad.

[So they pour the drinks and get a movie watching. They made up some bullshit drinking game over the horrible movies which John doesn't care to remember because it got both he and Dave wasted as fuck by the end of the second movie.

They passed out on the couch near the end of Con Air after Dave had a laughing fit, poor Snakes on a Train never did get watched. This was a typical night of John came over to Dave's, A+ kind of night.

But then it was morning and wow they both had to get up some time. Rose and Kanaya were expecting both of their asses at the studio in like an hour. As hung over as they may be.]

[knightime]

[There's a lot of stuff being knocked over in the morning as Dave is in a rush to get ready to head out. He is definitely not fit to be a model, but that messy bed hair and the rest of Dave is heading out the door in a rush.] Lock up, loser.

[He has no idea that John and him are headed for the same destination, but Dave is already gone out.]

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[Shit shit shit shit shit shit. They are going to be so late and through the drunken haze John forgot to tell Dave they were headed for the same place oh my fucking god.

So yeah John locks up the house and literally jumps into his car and speeds down the road. What there were no cops. While Dave was on time, John was nearly 5 minutes late.]

[knightime]

[When John gets there, Dave is nowhere in sight and Rose and Kanaya are just conversing with the photographers and making sure the set isn't having any issues. Just basics. Dave was the only model, so they were just waiting for him to get ready.

Although, the looks on their faces...they looked pretty smug.]

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[John is half hungover and still a little on edge from morning traffic. But he is here, and he's wondering why he's here. He's pretty sure it's just to run the lighting and watch the shots while the photographers take them. He does this pretty often for Dave.

That doesn't explain why Kanaya and Rose are so smug however, does he even dare ask? And where in the world did Dave disappear off to. He was pretty sure Dave said he was coming here in the morning.]

[knightime]

[The two stop talking abruptly as they glance to wear the changing room was situated and Rose can't help but chuckle lightly.

Dave is just stepping out. It's obvious that the hair stylist actually chopped off a bunch of Dave's hair (he needed a hair cut anyways). And...wow Dave cleaned up really fucking well. He was modeling for Kanaya's upcoming men's winter suit line. He had a crisp, white one on with a simple red scarf. He had thin framed glasses on and the most brilliant red eyes.] There's a different between asking me to get ready and shoving me down and let your stylists have their way with me.

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[John is setting up the computer equipment as he takes his chance to look over. He nearly drops the 25 foot cord in his hand. Holy Christ Batman, Dave never cleaned up for anything. No to mention he really rocked short hair like whoa.

Those were some pretty spectacular contacts too. They almost looked natural on Dave. Since you know, John believes Dave's eyes are green and everything. John decides against saying anything and going back to setting up equipment- because wow Dave was really distracting as fuck.]

[knightime]

[Rose just chuckles, while Dave complains.] And if I needed a haircut, I can just get one myself. Why couldn't you cast me as the ugly non fashionable twat or something. [Obviously, with how nice Dave looked cleaned up, that would be a crime.

Grumbling, he follows Kanaya to discuss the shoot though, but Rose wanders towards John. Obviously she wants John's opinion on the matter.]

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[John is clicking things into his computer, then setting more cords out. John knows what he is doing here. He has set up for many a shoot. The next thing that needed to go out was the soft boxes, he thinks.

He sees Rose heading towards him. The most quality first thing to fly out of his mouth:]

He's hot.