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Sep. 8th, 2004 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyAnother ficlet thing. It's not come out quite as I wanted, and I would fiddle, but my glands are all swollen and I fear I'd just make it more nonsensical. *g* Kinda A/C.
“Don’t you find yourself getting attached to door handles and such?” The man reached out to touch one of the straps dangling from his top, curiously, and Dave grinned. Bit of a square, maybe, but he was just begging to be corrupted. Not being too subtle about it, either. “Yes, marvelous workmanship. Hard wearing, too, no doubt? Something of an investment, that.”
Dave leaned forward and put a hand on the man’s arm. “Want to take this somewhere else?” He- Dave had never caught his name, but what did that matter, right?- looked down at the hand, slightly pink, then looked up at him questioningly. “’sa bit noisy here, innit. Could take this somewhere a bit quiet-”
“Alright sunshine, that’s enough.”
He looked up at the new arrival. Dressed all in black, wearing sunglasses in a club- he should’ve looked like a poseur, but somehow managed to carry it off. Cool and slightly dangerous. The man across the table had just… lit up, and he mentally gave it up for lost, but he couldn’t go down without a fight. He had a rep to think of, after all.
“Oh yeah, says who?”
“Says me.” He reached up and lifted his sunglasses, winking at Dave with eyes that were… wrong…
Aziraphael and Crowley watched his hurried exit.
“Now, my dear, was that strictly necessary?”
Crowley sighed, and pulled out a chair, his voice patient. “Look. Angel. When someone says ‘shall we go somewhere quieter,’ they are not talking about a walk in the park. Nor are they asking whether you’d like to spend some quality time in a library. Rarely, if ever, are they suggesting a quick tour of the art galleries, especially at this time of night.” Aziraphael was staring at him, a slight frown on his face, and Crowley shook his head. “He wanted to have sex with you.” Aziraphael blinked.
“Yes, I know.”
Crowley gaped at him, genuinely shocked. Aziraphael looked faintly exasperated.
“Crowley, I believe that you were one of the originators of that line. Do you really think I could have spent so long in your company without picking up a thing or two? I’m not an idiot, you know.”
“I never said you-”
“Besides, I rather think it’s your fault, bringing me somewhere like this. ‘Thought it was a quiet pub’ my eye, frankly.”
Crowley looked affronted. “Well I’m sorry I tried to help. Next time I’ll just leave you be.”
Aziraphael smiled at him, and laid a gentle hand on his arm. “I do appreciate it, you know.”
“Yeah, well. Fine job of showing it.” The angel muttered something, and Crowley frowned. “What?”
“I said,” the angel was rather pink, a nervous smile lurking at the corners of his mouth, “that it’s a little noisy in here.” Crowley looked down at the hand on his arm, thought for a second, and grinned.
“Care to take this somewhere a bit quieter?”
"An excellent plan, my dear..."
“Don’t you find yourself getting attached to door handles and such?” The man reached out to touch one of the straps dangling from his top, curiously, and Dave grinned. Bit of a square, maybe, but he was just begging to be corrupted. Not being too subtle about it, either. “Yes, marvelous workmanship. Hard wearing, too, no doubt? Something of an investment, that.”
Dave leaned forward and put a hand on the man’s arm. “Want to take this somewhere else?” He- Dave had never caught his name, but what did that matter, right?- looked down at the hand, slightly pink, then looked up at him questioningly. “’sa bit noisy here, innit. Could take this somewhere a bit quiet-”
“Alright sunshine, that’s enough.”
He looked up at the new arrival. Dressed all in black, wearing sunglasses in a club- he should’ve looked like a poseur, but somehow managed to carry it off. Cool and slightly dangerous. The man across the table had just… lit up, and he mentally gave it up for lost, but he couldn’t go down without a fight. He had a rep to think of, after all.
“Oh yeah, says who?”
“Says me.” He reached up and lifted his sunglasses, winking at Dave with eyes that were… wrong…
Aziraphael and Crowley watched his hurried exit.
“Now, my dear, was that strictly necessary?”
Crowley sighed, and pulled out a chair, his voice patient. “Look. Angel. When someone says ‘shall we go somewhere quieter,’ they are not talking about a walk in the park. Nor are they asking whether you’d like to spend some quality time in a library. Rarely, if ever, are they suggesting a quick tour of the art galleries, especially at this time of night.” Aziraphael was staring at him, a slight frown on his face, and Crowley shook his head. “He wanted to have sex with you.” Aziraphael blinked.
“Yes, I know.”
Crowley gaped at him, genuinely shocked. Aziraphael looked faintly exasperated.
“Crowley, I believe that you were one of the originators of that line. Do you really think I could have spent so long in your company without picking up a thing or two? I’m not an idiot, you know.”
“I never said you-”
“Besides, I rather think it’s your fault, bringing me somewhere like this. ‘Thought it was a quiet pub’ my eye, frankly.”
Crowley looked affronted. “Well I’m sorry I tried to help. Next time I’ll just leave you be.”
Aziraphael smiled at him, and laid a gentle hand on his arm. “I do appreciate it, you know.”
“Yeah, well. Fine job of showing it.” The angel muttered something, and Crowley frowned. “What?”
“I said,” the angel was rather pink, a nervous smile lurking at the corners of his mouth, “that it’s a little noisy in here.” Crowley looked down at the hand on his arm, thought for a second, and grinned.
“Care to take this somewhere a bit quieter?”
"An excellent plan, my dear..."
