I'm so cheap you could buy two!
Oct. 7th, 2004 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hackthis_archiveIt would seem that today is a day of drabbles.
I did a little Dom/Billy for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dorrie6, and I broke my TW/MR cherry here for yavannauk. The big pink elephant in the sitting room though, is circe_tigana quietly watching while I work myself into a Neville/Theodore Nott frenzy. It could get messy.
I think I'll do a wee due South drabble for H instead.
due South
RayK/Fraser
Words: 615
“Smokes, Snickers and beer, the dinner of champions,” Ray says to no one in particular as he pulls up in front of the consulate and slips the gearshift into park.
The GTO idles quietly as Ray looks out the windshield at the gray Chicago sky, and beside him Fraser shifts around, getting ready to leave.
Fraser will probably have caribou stew or something filling and homemade, which Ray will not think about. His stomach rumbles and he rubs it, smiling ruefully at nothing at all.
Even his stomach’s got it bad for Fraser, but Fraser’s getting ready to leave, because this is his home. Everyone leaves to go home eventually, and Ray only turns towards Fraser when he realizes there’s no clicking release of a seat belt mechanism.
Fraser’s watching him with something weird on his face. Uh oh.
“You’re not seriously going to have that for dinner, Ray, are you?”
Fraser’s eyes are huge and his lips are pursed, but Ray’s not in the mood for a lecture on the basic food groups and how beer does not fit in the food pyramid.
“If I’m feeling like fruit, I’ll have some Skittles, too,” he says with a wink, all the while waiting for Fraser to get out his car.
“Ray, it’s vital that a man of your age eat balanced meals --“
“Are you tryin' to say I’m gettin' old, Frase?”
Ray’s words are sharp, but he can’t help smiling anyway. Okay, so he can’t do 50 push-ups in two minutes anymore, he can still do’em though; that’s what counts.
Fraser’s doing that lip-licking thing of his, and Ray’s stomach rumbles again. That’s not buddies. “Of course not, but you need to eat in a healthy manner and cigarettes and beer are not basic food groups.”
“So say you.”
“So says the American Health Association.”
Ray’s too tired for this tonight. “So say them too. Look Frase, it’s nice that you’re concerned and all, but I’m tired. I wanna go home. So how about you go on home to your moose stew and I’ll go home to my smokes and beer, and we’ll call it quits?”
“No.”
“No?”
Maybe Ray’s empty stomach is affecting his hearing. “Did you just tell me no, Fraser?”
“Yes, Ray, I did.”
“Look, I don’t got time for all this hassling right now, Fraser. Get out the car. Go home.”
“Only if you come with me.”
“No, see this is your home. I got my own home. You go your way; I’ll go mine. I’ll see you tomorrow."
“As your partner it’s my duty to look after your well-being, so if you’ll just follow me, I’ll see to it that you have a well-balanced meal, and then you can drive home afterwards. If you wish.”
Ray can’t believe this. All he wants is to go home to his beer and his goddamn cigarettes.
“Fraser.”
“Ray.”
“I got smokes at home, d’you have smokes here?”
“No, Ray, smoking is frowned upon in the Consulate. The second-hand effects alone --“
“Anyway, I got smokes at home; I got beer too. You got beer at the consulate?”
“No, Ray, but we do have some mulled wine left over from the Christmas function, which I’m sure --“
“You have no beer, you have no smokes, why should I stick around again, Fraser?”
“Because I’m asking you to.”
Ray’s heart stutters in his chest for a moment, and he blinks before he answers. He knows that Fraser doesn’t mean what he thinks he means, but just once, it’ll be nice to pretend otherwise.
“Why didn’t you just say so in the first place?” he says, turning off the GTO. “All you had to do was ask.”
-end-
I did a little Dom/Billy for
dorrie6, and I broke my TW/MR cherry here for yavannauk. The big pink elephant in the sitting room though, is circe_tigana quietly watching while I work myself into a Neville/Theodore Nott frenzy. It could get messy. I think I'll do a wee due South drabble for H instead.
due South
RayK/Fraser
Words: 615
“Smokes, Snickers and beer, the dinner of champions,” Ray says to no one in particular as he pulls up in front of the consulate and slips the gearshift into park.
The GTO idles quietly as Ray looks out the windshield at the gray Chicago sky, and beside him Fraser shifts around, getting ready to leave.
Fraser will probably have caribou stew or something filling and homemade, which Ray will not think about. His stomach rumbles and he rubs it, smiling ruefully at nothing at all.
Even his stomach’s got it bad for Fraser, but Fraser’s getting ready to leave, because this is his home. Everyone leaves to go home eventually, and Ray only turns towards Fraser when he realizes there’s no clicking release of a seat belt mechanism.
Fraser’s watching him with something weird on his face. Uh oh.
“You’re not seriously going to have that for dinner, Ray, are you?”
Fraser’s eyes are huge and his lips are pursed, but Ray’s not in the mood for a lecture on the basic food groups and how beer does not fit in the food pyramid.
“If I’m feeling like fruit, I’ll have some Skittles, too,” he says with a wink, all the while waiting for Fraser to get out his car.
“Ray, it’s vital that a man of your age eat balanced meals --“
“Are you tryin' to say I’m gettin' old, Frase?”
Ray’s words are sharp, but he can’t help smiling anyway. Okay, so he can’t do 50 push-ups in two minutes anymore, he can still do’em though; that’s what counts.
Fraser’s doing that lip-licking thing of his, and Ray’s stomach rumbles again. That’s not buddies. “Of course not, but you need to eat in a healthy manner and cigarettes and beer are not basic food groups.”
“So say you.”
“So says the American Health Association.”
Ray’s too tired for this tonight. “So say them too. Look Frase, it’s nice that you’re concerned and all, but I’m tired. I wanna go home. So how about you go on home to your moose stew and I’ll go home to my smokes and beer, and we’ll call it quits?”
“No.”
“No?”
Maybe Ray’s empty stomach is affecting his hearing. “Did you just tell me no, Fraser?”
“Yes, Ray, I did.”
“Look, I don’t got time for all this hassling right now, Fraser. Get out the car. Go home.”
“Only if you come with me.”
“No, see this is your home. I got my own home. You go your way; I’ll go mine. I’ll see you tomorrow."
“As your partner it’s my duty to look after your well-being, so if you’ll just follow me, I’ll see to it that you have a well-balanced meal, and then you can drive home afterwards. If you wish.”
Ray can’t believe this. All he wants is to go home to his beer and his goddamn cigarettes.
“Fraser.”
“Ray.”
“I got smokes at home, d’you have smokes here?”
“No, Ray, smoking is frowned upon in the Consulate. The second-hand effects alone --“
“Anyway, I got smokes at home; I got beer too. You got beer at the consulate?”
“No, Ray, but we do have some mulled wine left over from the Christmas function, which I’m sure --“
“You have no beer, you have no smokes, why should I stick around again, Fraser?”
“Because I’m asking you to.”
Ray’s heart stutters in his chest for a moment, and he blinks before he answers. He knows that Fraser doesn’t mean what he thinks he means, but just once, it’ll be nice to pretend otherwise.
“Why didn’t you just say so in the first place?” he says, turning off the GTO. “All you had to do was ask.”
-end-
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Date: 2004-10-07 04:54 pm (UTC)*loves*
Ray’s heart stutters in his chest for a moment, and he blinks before he answers. He knows that Fraser doesn’t mean what he thinks he means, but just once, it’ll be nice to pretend otherwise.
This is wonderful! Thank you!
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Date: 2004-10-08 09:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-07 05:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 09:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-07 06:26 pm (UTC)As a breathing human being, however, I must say:
“Because I’m asking you to.”
omfg *is ded*.
Thank you for your time.
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Date: 2004-10-07 07:27 pm (UTC)This Noo Yawker would have to agree with you.
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Date: 2004-10-08 09:48 am (UTC)Always glad to be of assistance...I think.
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Date: 2004-10-07 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 09:51 am (UTC)I KNEW IT!!!
Date: 2004-10-07 07:26 pm (UTC)I KNEW you were going to do a drabble or something off of that email! *dances*
“No, see this is your home. I got my own home. You go your way; I’ll go mine. I’ll see you tomorrow."
Hahahaha. This is so me at the end of a day. Well, no, Ray is being far nicer than me, actually.
“You have no beer, you have no smokes, why should I stick around again, Fraser?”
I love you.
“Because I’m asking you to.”
Now I love you *more*
This has made me rather inappropriately happy. Er, no. that's not what I meant. I mean...oh, you know what I mean. You also know I'm too tired to be coherent. I should stop now while I'm not too far behind, shouldn't I?
Re: I KNEW IT!!!
Date: 2004-10-07 08:06 pm (UTC)*dies laughing*
Re: I KNEW IT!!!
Date: 2004-10-07 08:12 pm (UTC)Re: I KNEW IT!!!
Date: 2004-10-08 09:53 am (UTC)I KNEW you were going to do a drabble or something off of that email! *dances*
What can I say, I've become predictable... OMG how depressing!
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Date: 2004-10-07 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 09:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 11:44 am (UTC)!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh MAN. Couple this with the advice T gives Draco and how it all falls apart on him when T can't help but do exactly the opposite of what he knows he should do ...
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Date: 2004-10-07 08:05 pm (UTC)One day I will get another freelance job and then I will have the money to buy both yellow high heels with pointy toes AND the dS s3 dvds. Then I will experience RayK and Fraser in their digital glory. Until then, this is just as good. :)
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Date: 2004-10-07 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-07 08:36 pm (UTC)um.
YEAH.
plus let us not forget that i have z's entourage!!
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Date: 2004-10-08 09:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 11:21 pm (UTC)Dude! I love.