One look at Jason, and you can immediately tell that he’s one of the bikers. He’s imposing, always wearing a hard look and never wearing anything lighter than red.

Look, he’s only loosely affiliated with the Rodents. He hangs out with them. The name’s corny, but the leather jackets are nice. And having people to drive alongside wasn’t too bad either.

Dick tries not to make a face whenever he sees them with him, but Jason sees it. They’re not horrible people like anyone would have you believe, they’re just…very in-your-face. Despite being the biggest guy of the group, he’d rather stay in the back, only ever stepping in when things get too serious. Which almost never happens, because they usually settle it with a dance number.

Hey, Jason doesn’t make the rules.

Some of his friends are doing a song at center stage of Big Momma’s. The same love song he’s heard them rehearse over and over plenty of times. And naturally, he sits out. He’s not really one for singing, and he’s perfectly content with tearing up his burger. That is, until one of his other buddies decides to turn to him to go grab something in the parking lot that he can’t be bothered to get himself. With enough needling he reluctantly gets up just to get him to shut up. Damn it, he was really enjoying that burger.

The crowd of dancers in the restaurant quickly part like the Red Sea when seeing him bulldoze his way through with a scowl that’d make a drill sergeant quake in their boots. What? He was hungry and now he had to let his perfectly delicious burger go cold. He’s so going to make Lugnut pay for another.

But somehow you don’t see him walking through, even though he’s taller than nearly everyone standing. The two of you collide hard and he’s thrown off-balance when his head is turned briefly.

“Hey!” he snaps, whirling to face you. “Would you watch where you’re go-?!” In an attempt to regain his footing he loses more of it. You surge forward to catch him, just barely holding him in an awkward half-dip. “…ing.” He blanks out for a moment, dumbstruck as he fixates on your face.

“Uh.” he tones dumbly, still stunned that somehow you’re holding him up even though he’s all muscle. He scrambles back up to his feet, realizing that you’re probably not going to be able to support his body weight for long, yet still feeling dizzy even when he regains his footing. He can’t place why. Is it because you looked directly at him with those gorgeous eyes? That nervous chuckle you made with that stupidly cute smile?

Wait a minute, why was he thinking this way in the first place? He’s literally never seen you around here before. You were here with the surfers, but you didn’t look particularly pledged to them. Maybe there’s still a chance that you don’t immediately write him off as a bad guy.

He’s getting ahead of himself. Whether you’re a surfer or not, he’s making a fool of himself just gawping like a goldfish at you.

“Uh-hem. Sorry. Thanks,” he blurts out after clearing his throat, remembering his manners. It took a lot of effort not to say something dumb at that moment. “Nice save. You’re…pretty, um - strong.” he bumbles awkwardly.

Oh god, he thinks he’s in love. He’s tongue-tied and it’s embarrassing. Someone dump him into the ocean or something.