Post by pandora on Apr 24, 2011 5:03:27 GMT 10
Title: Company
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 278
Pairing: Dom/Evin
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: “Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason…” The squad goes to town for some company, and Dom’s men are confused by his choice. (Lyrics from Anna Nalick’s ‘Breathe’)
AN: Ok, so I know this is a little predicable, but it was fun to write!
Dom sits at the bar and takes a slow drink.
“I haven’t seen you here before,” he says smiling at the tall, thin blond beside him.
He’s rewarded with a fleeting smile, quickly hidden beneath a disinterested look. “It’s my first time here.”
Dom leans forward, letting his eyes explore. The blond leans back, giving him a better view. “Perhaps I can offer you some advice. The food is terrible, but the ale is good, so I would suggest sticking to that.”
Pale eyebrows rise. “Ale on an empty stomach? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to get me drunk.”
“Do I need to?”
Dom feels a hand sliding along his thigh. “No, no you don’t.”
Dom was making his way to an upstairs room with his new friend when he felt a tap on his shoulder; he turned to find one of his corporals looking rather concerned.
“Uh... Sergeant, some of the lads and I were just wondering how much you’ve had to drink…” he asked with uncertainty.
Dom raised an arched eyebrow. “Hardly any, why do you ask?”
“Well, Sergeant, it’s just that… We just wanted to make sure you knew… well… that, um…”
“Spit it out, Wolset,” Dom snapped.
Wolset cringed. “Well, your new... er… friend. You know who that is, right?”
“Yes, we’ve been introduced previously.”
“And you do know… that he’s a man, right?”
Dom rolled his eyes. “That’s sort of the point, Corporal.”
“It is?” Wolset frowned, confused.
“It is.”
Wolset’s eyes seemed to grow within his face. “Oh. I guess I’ll just leave you to it then.”
“I’ll see you in the morning, Corporal.”
“Yes, Sergeant.”
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 278
Pairing: Dom/Evin
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: “Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason…” The squad goes to town for some company, and Dom’s men are confused by his choice. (Lyrics from Anna Nalick’s ‘Breathe’)
AN: Ok, so I know this is a little predicable, but it was fun to write!
Dom sits at the bar and takes a slow drink.
“I haven’t seen you here before,” he says smiling at the tall, thin blond beside him.
He’s rewarded with a fleeting smile, quickly hidden beneath a disinterested look. “It’s my first time here.”
Dom leans forward, letting his eyes explore. The blond leans back, giving him a better view. “Perhaps I can offer you some advice. The food is terrible, but the ale is good, so I would suggest sticking to that.”
Pale eyebrows rise. “Ale on an empty stomach? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to get me drunk.”
“Do I need to?”
Dom feels a hand sliding along his thigh. “No, no you don’t.”
Dom was making his way to an upstairs room with his new friend when he felt a tap on his shoulder; he turned to find one of his corporals looking rather concerned.
“Uh... Sergeant, some of the lads and I were just wondering how much you’ve had to drink…” he asked with uncertainty.
Dom raised an arched eyebrow. “Hardly any, why do you ask?”
“Well, Sergeant, it’s just that… We just wanted to make sure you knew… well… that, um…”
“Spit it out, Wolset,” Dom snapped.
Wolset cringed. “Well, your new... er… friend. You know who that is, right?”
“Yes, we’ve been introduced previously.”
“And you do know… that he’s a man, right?”
Dom rolled his eyes. “That’s sort of the point, Corporal.”
“It is?” Wolset frowned, confused.
“It is.”
Wolset’s eyes seemed to grow within his face. “Oh. I guess I’ll just leave you to it then.”
“I’ll see you in the morning, Corporal.”
“Yes, Sergeant.”
QC by PeroxidePirate