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Steven laughs. "Yeah, I have a lot of fun with you too, bebe." He leans in to steal a smokeless kiss. "I'd much rather be in a sex tape with you than Tim for fuck's sake. Why would anyone want the inferior double when they could have the real thing?"

God, he'd have never even thought of making a sex tape in his old life. Not when it could have gotten out and ruined his career. But the idea of being watched... it's not un-erotic. Just-- with a carefully curated audience and no cameras allowed whatsoever.

Or in Jack's future, he guesses. Where no one cares.

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"Oh yeah, you do not wanna get with Tim. One you've got the real thing, yes, and two...did you know that dude didn't even start smashing till well after he was me? And he was already like middle of his twenties when that happened. He's got no game, it's sad."

And he could have such a better life if he'd just embrace being Jack! Oh well, he's got time to work on him.

"Whereas I have been studiously practicing since I was like sixteen. I'm a god damned sex artist! Which you..you already know."

Jack laughs. He's clearly more relaxed than he normally is, and he passes the joint to Steven to hold for a moment while he casually pops his mask off and sets it aside on one of the small tables by the couch.

"Ah, that feels better, face was startling to get that weird crawly feeling. The synthskin on skin when you're stoned...it's not a good time."

"Jesus," Steven says. "That's-- nothing at all? God, even I got laid by the time I was eighteen. Earlier, if you count, you know, mutual masturbation." He takes a drag on the joint while he has it, before breathing it back out into Jack's mouth.

"Poor little Timmy," he says, tracing the line of the metal in Jack's face with his free hand. "Stuck inside of the body of a man he'll never be good enough to actually be. He really ought to have read the contract. He really ought to have learned how to think."

God, getting high is the best. He's so glad Jack decided to introduce him to it.

"Ehhhhhh." Jack waggles his free hand. "He got the job for a reason, he could live up to the original. Or close enough. He did! After a while, I mean. At first...."

He laughs, thinking back all those years.

"But it took him a long time to get the playboy aspect of being Handsome Jack down. Holy shit...you shoulda seen him the first time he met my ex. I think I've mentioned Moxxi? I dunno, I can't remember. She was this...technically a bar tender, but she had her hand in a lotta pies. Gambling, pleasure trade, bloodsport... anyway. He takes one look at her - or at least her tits, cuz they were always threatening to jump out of her corset - and just starts babbling! Literal babbling! 'Uh, um, whu, you...huh....' and then he just blurts out a friggin marriage proposal! Needless to say, she was not interested. Besides, she'd already had the real thing."

And screwed that all up, idiot.

"So yeah, that's Tim and the ladies. I tell ya, I dunno what he's paying the hot stripper he's shacking up with, but it's gotta be a lot! He's not that good in bed."

Steven snickers. "My god. Literally the first time? God. That's just-- he's supposed to be an actor and he can't even keep his role straight the first time he runs into someone attractive? He can't keep from falling apart just because a pretty girl almost fell out of her top? God. What a moron." He takes another pull on the joint, another smoke-filled kiss, before laughing again, more sharply this time.

"My god, he really is just... God." He strokes Jack's cheek. "And you," he says fondly. "You ridiculous egotist. You fucked him, huh? Just because he looks like a younger version of you?"

Yeah. High or not, he caught what you accidentally implied there.

"I mean, it could be hot to watch. Especially if he had his mouth full, so he couldn't flub his lines again."

"Honestly I wouldn't call him a moron. He's no genius, but he's not an idiot. He's just...I dunno, I guess getting stuck on the casino messed him up. He's not the dude I left behind, let's just put it that way."

Of course there's also his previous time in this world, and....all of that. Ugh, so much crap Jack has to undo.

"Eh, who haven't I? And gimme some credit. He's my doppelganger, Steven, the other me. Dude probably knows me better than anybody else who's still around. We were buddies. Before the friggin terrorists got to him last time, he crashed at my place a bunch and worked with me and everything. We've got history. He's just...screwed up. Needs to get his head back on straight, that's all."

But yes, it's hot that he's Jack's own mirror image, of course that is.

"And he doesn't look that much younger than me. Like a couple of years at best. And he always looks tired all the time, and he doesn't use any product, so actually, I probably look younger."

"No Pokemon Botox, huh?" Steven says, looking back at Jack with an air of amusement and superiority. Yes, he knows what you're doing with that jellyfish thing.

There's something that getting high does to Steven's voice, Steven's accent, shifting the vowels a little, some of the consonants too, even as he keeps to the standard English rhythm of his speech.

He laughs again and caresses Jack's cheek. "Just look at us," he says, a hint of wonder in his voice. "You're being the nice one about someone. How did that happen?"

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