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rainbowfic2012-02-20 02:40 pm
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Fire Opal, 1 + eraser + brush + oils + stain + graffiti.
Author: Sara
Colors: Fire Opal, 1. desire.
Supplies: Eraser (Bar AU), Brush (duende: the power to attract through personal magnetism and charm), Oils ("dressing up"), Stain ("Happiness depends on ourselves.")
Style: Graffiti (Presidential Pickup Lines challenge)
Word Count: 625
Rating: PG
Story: Polyfaceted; title of this is Good Wine, Good Company.
Summary: Torey and Dan go on their first date.
Notes: Takes place in an alternate 2000. Follows Coming Right Up and Sowing Seeds.
Tiffany, one of his main cooks, was the first person to comment. “Looking snazzy today, boss,” she said, grinning. “This doesn’t have anything to do with a particular customer who really knows how to fill out a pair of jeans, does it?”
Dan smiled fondly and rolled his eyes. “Jane told you.” Jane Reed, one of his servers and Tiffany’s girlfriend, did not often keep news to herself.
“Of course she did,” she replied. “Gossip is her favorite pastime, you know that.”
“Yes, I do,” he agreed.
“But I notice you didn’t answer my question.”
He paused, then smirked, just a little. “We’re going out to dinner tonight.”
Tiffany grinned somehow impossibly wider. “Nice going. You better have fun and tell us all about it after.”
“Yes, I see that happening,” Dan deadpanned, and Tiffany snickered. “Talk to you later, Tiffany.”
She gave him a little wave and he continued out to the front of the bar. The opening preparations had already been taken care of, so all that was left was to unlock the door and flip the sign. It was two minutes till noon, so Dan did just that.
He normally savored the hours, but today part of him couldn’t help but will the clock to speed up. Finally, at roughly eleven-thirty, the door chimed, and Dan glanced up from the drink he was making to see Torey walk in the door. Sending him a smile, he returned his attention to the drink, finishing it up and handing it off to Jane to take to her customer.
“Hey,” Torey said, sitting down at the end of the bar.
“Hey,” he replied. “Bourbon?”
“Please,” he said, and Dan poured him his drink. “You look good.”
Dan smiled. “You too.” Another customer cleared his throat, and he added, “Excuse me.” He nodded as he turned, not missing the way Torey’s eyes cut downward as he did so.
He smirked to himself.
When the time came, he locked up exactly at midnight that evening. “A change of pace,” he told Torey, who grinned.
“For me?”
Dan smirked. “No pressure.”
“I think you’ll like this place.”
Dan did, as it turned out; the food was good, the alcohol even better, and the company was the best of all. “You know how to pick a restaurant,” he told him.
“Glad to have your approval,” Torey replied, grinning.
“I remember this one time I went out to a place that had their wine listed as ‘white’ and ‘red’, no other defining characteristics,” Dan said. “I couldn’t bring myself to try it. My friend did. She almost did a spittake.”
“Oh god.” Torey actually winced. Dan thought he might like him more just for that. “When we were younger, Johnny and I tried to make our own wine. It didn’t turn out well. But that…”
“I bet your homemade wine was probably better than this wine.”
“There’s a sentence no one should ever have a reason to say.”
“Cheers.” He held up his glass. Torey smiled and obliged, clinking his own glass against it.
After dinner, they went back to Torey’s place. “I have actual good wine,” he told Dan as they got in the elevator. “Being Italian helps.”
“I’ll trust you,” he replied. “You did pick the restaurant.”
Torey laughed and leaned in, kissing him. Dan kissed back, adjusting to the height difference; he briefly thought that Torey might be the first person he’d kissed who was actually taller than him.
It was a good kiss, too, confident and passionate, and when he felt Torey’s arm slip around his waist, he pressed closer. Shortly after, the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
“My floor,” Torey said, pulling back.
“Lead the way.”
They never actually got around to the wine.
Colors: Fire Opal, 1. desire.
Supplies: Eraser (Bar AU), Brush (duende: the power to attract through personal magnetism and charm), Oils ("dressing up"), Stain ("Happiness depends on ourselves.")
Style: Graffiti (Presidential Pickup Lines challenge)
Word Count: 625
Rating: PG
Story: Polyfaceted; title of this is Good Wine, Good Company.
Summary: Torey and Dan go on their first date.
Notes: Takes place in an alternate 2000. Follows Coming Right Up and Sowing Seeds.
Tiffany, one of his main cooks, was the first person to comment. “Looking snazzy today, boss,” she said, grinning. “This doesn’t have anything to do with a particular customer who really knows how to fill out a pair of jeans, does it?”
Dan smiled fondly and rolled his eyes. “Jane told you.” Jane Reed, one of his servers and Tiffany’s girlfriend, did not often keep news to herself.
“Of course she did,” she replied. “Gossip is her favorite pastime, you know that.”
“Yes, I do,” he agreed.
“But I notice you didn’t answer my question.”
He paused, then smirked, just a little. “We’re going out to dinner tonight.”
Tiffany grinned somehow impossibly wider. “Nice going. You better have fun and tell us all about it after.”
“Yes, I see that happening,” Dan deadpanned, and Tiffany snickered. “Talk to you later, Tiffany.”
She gave him a little wave and he continued out to the front of the bar. The opening preparations had already been taken care of, so all that was left was to unlock the door and flip the sign. It was two minutes till noon, so Dan did just that.
He normally savored the hours, but today part of him couldn’t help but will the clock to speed up. Finally, at roughly eleven-thirty, the door chimed, and Dan glanced up from the drink he was making to see Torey walk in the door. Sending him a smile, he returned his attention to the drink, finishing it up and handing it off to Jane to take to her customer.
“Hey,” Torey said, sitting down at the end of the bar.
“Hey,” he replied. “Bourbon?”
“Please,” he said, and Dan poured him his drink. “You look good.”
Dan smiled. “You too.” Another customer cleared his throat, and he added, “Excuse me.” He nodded as he turned, not missing the way Torey’s eyes cut downward as he did so.
He smirked to himself.
When the time came, he locked up exactly at midnight that evening. “A change of pace,” he told Torey, who grinned.
“For me?”
Dan smirked. “No pressure.”
“I think you’ll like this place.”
Dan did, as it turned out; the food was good, the alcohol even better, and the company was the best of all. “You know how to pick a restaurant,” he told him.
“Glad to have your approval,” Torey replied, grinning.
“I remember this one time I went out to a place that had their wine listed as ‘white’ and ‘red’, no other defining characteristics,” Dan said. “I couldn’t bring myself to try it. My friend did. She almost did a spittake.”
“Oh god.” Torey actually winced. Dan thought he might like him more just for that. “When we were younger, Johnny and I tried to make our own wine. It didn’t turn out well. But that…”
“I bet your homemade wine was probably better than this wine.”
“There’s a sentence no one should ever have a reason to say.”
“Cheers.” He held up his glass. Torey smiled and obliged, clinking his own glass against it.
After dinner, they went back to Torey’s place. “I have actual good wine,” he told Dan as they got in the elevator. “Being Italian helps.”
“I’ll trust you,” he replied. “You did pick the restaurant.”
Torey laughed and leaned in, kissing him. Dan kissed back, adjusting to the height difference; he briefly thought that Torey might be the first person he’d kissed who was actually taller than him.
It was a good kiss, too, confident and passionate, and when he felt Torey’s arm slip around his waist, he pressed closer. Shortly after, the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
“My floor,” Torey said, pulling back.
“Lead the way.”
They never actually got around to the wine.
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But I do love it too, equally unreasonably. It's bizarrely fun.
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Thank you!
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Ahem.
This moves so smoothly from chatting, to kissing, to no one drinking the wine. I especially enjoyed the wine and its infinite loneliness.
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Thanks!
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Nice job! I love them together though I don't really know why.
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That seems to be the theme with these two, haha. Idek.
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It's sweet and adorable, and a wonderful first date. I love this.
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Thanks!