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lonelybritHad a conversation with a good pal recently, who related to me a rather emabarassing night out in a crowded pub with a group of friends. Tonight I had wine and decided to do a drabble variation of said incident. Silliness pure and simple. Unbeta-ed so if you spot hideous errors, let me know and I'll correct :)
“Wow.”
“Yeah.”
They grinned at each other before moving apart.
“Next time,” Wesley commented, looking down at his trousers, “can we actually get our clothes off.”
Angel finished doing up his fly. “Well I almost did.”
Wesley gave him The Look.
“Alright, next time you can too,” Angel conceded with a smile, unable to feel particularly down considering the endorphins currently racing round his system. “I’ll make sure of it, it could be fun.”
“Oh I’m not saying this wasn’t fun,” Wesley said. “It’s just, well…”
They both regarded the stain currently adorning the waistband of his trousers.
“At least Cordelia isn’t-”
“Hey, guys!” Cordelia swept through the doorway, depositing a shopping bag that later no doubt would be proven beyond question to be to the benefit of AI and thus the responsibility of Angel’s credit card. “Did we get any- Wesley, what’s that on your pants?”
Angel smoothly stepped in even as Wesley went scarlet. “Oh he just had an accident with the-”
*~*~*~*
“Candle wax?” Nick sounded decidedly unconvinced. “You know, we are living on a bus with you two, we’re going to find out sooner or later.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Bob muttered as he stalked past Alex in the direction of the coach park.
“No, seriously,” Nick continued, looking in Alex’s opinion scarily sincere. “If you two are, well, you know,” his hands moved in odd gestures, “that’s completely fine. We won’t judge you.”
“It’s candle wax!” Bob snapped from behind them, making several nearby clusters of people turn and stare. “Mr Alex Bloody Kapranos got carried away and wound up spilling it on me and have you any idea how embarrassing it is coming out of a small dark tent with a new white stain down your front?!”
Alex and Nick exchanged a look as Bob stormed off with all but audible thunderclouds crackling in his wake.
“Honestly it was just candle wax,” Alex said a little sheepishly. “It was supposed to be one of those scented things for keeping the mozzies away but Bob got startled by the flame and…” He trailed off under Nick’s gaze.
“You are impossible to take anywhere, you know that?” Nick said with a sigh, but he smiled as Alex fell into step beside him.
Alex squeezed his shoulder, gaze maybe a bit too soft and touch lingering just a second too long to be considered purely plutonic. “You love me really, Nicholas McCarthy, and besides, you know what they say-”
*~*~*~*
“This is a family business; we honestly don’t mind what race, religion, or sexual orientation our clients have.” Mrs Myers paused and smiled brightly, her eyes looking anywhere but at the lower hem of Sam’s top.
Sam considered trying to explain that when you’re battling with a poltergeist who is quite determined that room 217 would be the perfect place to wait out an eternity, flying candles and resulting spatters of liquid wax are positively normal and in fact trivial considerations. It was slightly distracting that he could feel Dean barely managing to not fold to the floor with laughter beside him. He settled on a more manageable sentence: “Um…”
“Look, I’m really sorry,” Dean said and god was he simpering? “It’s… well it’s been four years, linen anniversary and all that.”
“Right,” Mrs Myers smile faltered a little as she looked beyond them to the state of the room with its broken coffee table and stained walls. “Well, congratulations, however-”
“Of course we’ll pay for all the damage,” Dean continued smoothly, smile dazzling. He pulled out his wallet, flipped it open. “Please, just charge whatever’s needed to my card.”
Mrs Myer’s smile ratcheted up several notches as she accepted the square of plastic.
“That’s very kind of you,” her gaze flickered down to the embossed name, “Mr Whedon, if you’ll just come down to the reception and I’m sure we’ll have this all cleared up in no time.”
fin
“Wow.”
“Yeah.”
They grinned at each other before moving apart.
“Next time,” Wesley commented, looking down at his trousers, “can we actually get our clothes off.”
Angel finished doing up his fly. “Well I almost did.”
Wesley gave him The Look.
“Alright, next time you can too,” Angel conceded with a smile, unable to feel particularly down considering the endorphins currently racing round his system. “I’ll make sure of it, it could be fun.”
“Oh I’m not saying this wasn’t fun,” Wesley said. “It’s just, well…”
They both regarded the stain currently adorning the waistband of his trousers.
“At least Cordelia isn’t-”
“Hey, guys!” Cordelia swept through the doorway, depositing a shopping bag that later no doubt would be proven beyond question to be to the benefit of AI and thus the responsibility of Angel’s credit card. “Did we get any- Wesley, what’s that on your pants?”
Angel smoothly stepped in even as Wesley went scarlet. “Oh he just had an accident with the-”
*~*~*~*
“Candle wax?” Nick sounded decidedly unconvinced. “You know, we are living on a bus with you two, we’re going to find out sooner or later.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Bob muttered as he stalked past Alex in the direction of the coach park.
“No, seriously,” Nick continued, looking in Alex’s opinion scarily sincere. “If you two are, well, you know,” his hands moved in odd gestures, “that’s completely fine. We won’t judge you.”
“It’s candle wax!” Bob snapped from behind them, making several nearby clusters of people turn and stare. “Mr Alex Bloody Kapranos got carried away and wound up spilling it on me and have you any idea how embarrassing it is coming out of a small dark tent with a new white stain down your front?!”
Alex and Nick exchanged a look as Bob stormed off with all but audible thunderclouds crackling in his wake.
“Honestly it was just candle wax,” Alex said a little sheepishly. “It was supposed to be one of those scented things for keeping the mozzies away but Bob got startled by the flame and…” He trailed off under Nick’s gaze.
“You are impossible to take anywhere, you know that?” Nick said with a sigh, but he smiled as Alex fell into step beside him.
Alex squeezed his shoulder, gaze maybe a bit too soft and touch lingering just a second too long to be considered purely plutonic. “You love me really, Nicholas McCarthy, and besides, you know what they say-”
*~*~*~*
“This is a family business; we honestly don’t mind what race, religion, or sexual orientation our clients have.” Mrs Myers paused and smiled brightly, her eyes looking anywhere but at the lower hem of Sam’s top.
Sam considered trying to explain that when you’re battling with a poltergeist who is quite determined that room 217 would be the perfect place to wait out an eternity, flying candles and resulting spatters of liquid wax are positively normal and in fact trivial considerations. It was slightly distracting that he could feel Dean barely managing to not fold to the floor with laughter beside him. He settled on a more manageable sentence: “Um…”
“Look, I’m really sorry,” Dean said and god was he simpering? “It’s… well it’s been four years, linen anniversary and all that.”
“Right,” Mrs Myers smile faltered a little as she looked beyond them to the state of the room with its broken coffee table and stained walls. “Well, congratulations, however-”
“Of course we’ll pay for all the damage,” Dean continued smoothly, smile dazzling. He pulled out his wallet, flipped it open. “Please, just charge whatever’s needed to my card.”
Mrs Myer’s smile ratcheted up several notches as she accepted the square of plastic.
“That’s very kind of you,” her gaze flickered down to the embossed name, “Mr Whedon, if you’ll just come down to the reception and I’m sure we’ll have this all cleared up in no time.”
fin
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Date: 2006-10-15 01:56 am (UTC)You are teh crack. It is far too late for us to be up. I'm going to bed to dream of Dean and Wes/Angel and tour buses.
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Date: 2006-10-15 04:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-16 12:27 pm (UTC)Fab!
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Date: 2006-10-16 02:41 pm (UTC)Cheers - always glad to raise a giggle :)
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