A/N: About half way through writing this, I realised that I had made it a storage closet and not the storage room so I hope it’s still okay!
‘Matt… Matt. Matt!’
‘You do know I’m trying to work, right? The same thing that you should be doing.’
‘Work is boring! Come on, let’s do something fun!’
‘That’s what you always say… And then it always ends in trouble. Or prison. Usually both.’
You leaned backwards over the bar, shutting your eyes for a moment as you tried to come up with an idea of what to do. You had been working at the Grill for god only knows how many hours that night and you were, to put it bluntly, bored shitless.
Considering it was a Wednesday night, also known as student night in Mystic Falls, anyone would think that this was an ideal time to work. You got to laugh at all the students getting pissed off their faces; the young lads using the courage that alcohol gave them to talk to their prey whilst the girls sat at their tables trying to look as gorgeous as ever. Usually, it was an ideal time to work. However, for some reason, you couldn’t quite focus.
Fandom: Impractical Jokers Pairing: Matto (Joe Gatto/James Murray) AUs/Tropes: Highschool, Misanthrope!Joe. Warnings: Jerky-time, implied sex - next to no plot. Prompt: ‘Where’s your sense of adventure?’ - sent in by @theolmurr Summary: James has always been deceptive - Joe just hasn’t fallen for it until now.
He never thought he’d be in this position. On first instance, it’d seemed a good idea to go camping with the other, really get away from the university campus that seemed to dominate his life with its deadlines, but now he’s uncertain. He doesn’t really know how to communicate with people properly, has never really felt the need to on account of not wanting to be around them. James is different. James is exciting. James appears intelligent, even if he’s shit-faced dumb. He can accept that. Maybe he’s the same way.
“Come help me collect firewood, man,” James speaks up once he’s pitched his tent, watching the clouds roll overhead. They’re not indicative of a storm, just rain, and so Joe sighs and follows silently, all but tempted to grab at his wrist so as not to trip in the darkness. He doesn’t, sucks it up and remains in the other student’s shadow whilst he fishes his torch out of the duffel bag strung over his shoulder and turns it on before tossing the bag back towards the fire. A brief path of light is illuminated in front of them, sending them further into the woods.
“We have it,” Joe thinks to say after the fact, squinting hard into the dark. His intense gaze is interrupted by a flick to his forehead, a sharp grunt escaping his mouth as he looks more firmly at the perpetrator. Murray is smirking.