rayne_y_daze (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rayne_y_daze) wrote,@ 2005-10-25 15:24:00 |
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A ficlet for the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
slash_100 challenge
Just to give everyone a heads up, this could get weird. I'm determined to slash Ethan with everyone even remotely possible, and I have some pretty tweaky bunnies gnawing away in my brain. With that, I give you...
Title: Exchanging Glances…
Pairing: Ethan/Lorne (from Angel)
Rating: G+
Summary: A stranger walks out of a prison and into a bar.
Prompt: 14-Strangers
Word Count: 391
Las Vegas, NV
Lorne sat at the hotel bar waiting for the bartender to bring him a sea breeze – hopefully before his next birthday, which, for his kind, only came every 6 years. Finally, his drink arrived. While he was still savoring that first sweet sip, someone climbed onto the next stool, bumping his shoulder. Lorne glanced at the stranger next to him and smiled at what he found. "Well, hello, tall, dark and—"
The man turned, casting his features into more effective light. "Oh." He signaled the bartender to bring a drink for the new arrival. "Well, honey, I'm sure you’re a knockout when you don't look like death on a Triscuit. Mind telling me what happened, or has the concentration camp look come back this season?"
Cold, dark eyes moved slowly over Lorne, appraising, calculating. Lorne felt a chill travel down his spine.
"Trust me, good fellow. You don't want to know." The man lifted the drink that had just been delivered and nodded to Lorne in gratitude. The glass was emptied in one swallow.
Lorne watched the stranger. Part of him wanted to get the guy to sing a bit – maybe get a decent reading. But the rest of him was adamantly against the idea. The man's voice sounded like he'd swallowed a busted light bulb. Where ever he'd been, Lorne guessed he didn't spend much time talking. Still, the accent was nice. He finished his own drink and signaled for two more. "I'm Lorne – just Lorne. What's your name?"
Once again, those eyes turned towards him – this time, locking with his own. After a few seconds' consideration, the man gave a small smile and tilted his head. Lorne's ass twitched when the heart in it skipped a beat. He decided that the stranger just might be able to pull of the necro-chic look after all.
The man turned slightly and offered Lorne a hand to shake. "I'm Ethan. How do you do?"
Lorne shook Ethan's hand and leaned in slightly with a chuckle. "Pretty much however you want me to, cupcake. But shouldn't you have a sandwich or something first? You look half dead."
Ethan raised an eyebrow and his smile broadened. He slid off the stool and leaned into Lorne, his voice rumbling into a pale green ear. "I suddenly find myself in the mood for room service."
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slash_100 challengeJust to give everyone a heads up, this could get weird. I'm determined to slash Ethan with everyone even remotely possible, and I have some pretty tweaky bunnies gnawing away in my brain. With that, I give you...
Title: Exchanging Glances…
Pairing: Ethan/Lorne (from Angel)
Rating: G+
Summary: A stranger walks out of a prison and into a bar.
Prompt: 14-Strangers
Word Count: 391
Las Vegas, NV
Lorne sat at the hotel bar waiting for the bartender to bring him a sea breeze – hopefully before his next birthday, which, for his kind, only came every 6 years. Finally, his drink arrived. While he was still savoring that first sweet sip, someone climbed onto the next stool, bumping his shoulder. Lorne glanced at the stranger next to him and smiled at what he found. "Well, hello, tall, dark and—"
The man turned, casting his features into more effective light. "Oh." He signaled the bartender to bring a drink for the new arrival. "Well, honey, I'm sure you’re a knockout when you don't look like death on a Triscuit. Mind telling me what happened, or has the concentration camp look come back this season?"
Cold, dark eyes moved slowly over Lorne, appraising, calculating. Lorne felt a chill travel down his spine.
"Trust me, good fellow. You don't want to know." The man lifted the drink that had just been delivered and nodded to Lorne in gratitude. The glass was emptied in one swallow.
Lorne watched the stranger. Part of him wanted to get the guy to sing a bit – maybe get a decent reading. But the rest of him was adamantly against the idea. The man's voice sounded like he'd swallowed a busted light bulb. Where ever he'd been, Lorne guessed he didn't spend much time talking. Still, the accent was nice. He finished his own drink and signaled for two more. "I'm Lorne – just Lorne. What's your name?"
Once again, those eyes turned towards him – this time, locking with his own. After a few seconds' consideration, the man gave a small smile and tilted his head. Lorne's ass twitched when the heart in it skipped a beat. He decided that the stranger just might be able to pull of the necro-chic look after all.
The man turned slightly and offered Lorne a hand to shake. "I'm Ethan. How do you do?"
Lorne shook Ethan's hand and leaned in slightly with a chuckle. "Pretty much however you want me to, cupcake. But shouldn't you have a sandwich or something first? You look half dead."
Ethan raised an eyebrow and his smile broadened. He slid off the stool and leaned into Lorne, his voice rumbling into a pale green ear. "I suddenly find myself in the mood for room service."
Click here for the rest of the table.
