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bantha_fodder) wrote2007-03-26 08:27 pm
bantha_fodder) wrote2007-03-26 08:27 pm
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[ficlet] three pint barman [pretender/sports night] [dan]
Three Pint Barman, by Pen.
The Pretender/Sports Night, Dan, G.
Commentfic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mandysbitch, who always rocks my socks off.
**
"Three beers," Dan says. "And a cosmopolitan!" Natalie calls, and Dan presses his elbows down on the bar. "And a cosmopolitan for the screamer."
The bartender grins, slides the glasses one by one down the bar. "And a drink for the lady," he finishes with a flourish, presenting Dan with some sort of disgusting, multi-coloured concoction.
He's not that sort of guy, but he knows a girly drink when he sees one. "I don't think that's a cosmopolitan," he accuses.
"I know," the bartender says. Leans forward. "But trust me, she'll love it."
Dan shrugs. "Whatever, man," he mumbles. "It's your funeral."
Natalie loves it; whispers with Dana and orders a second.
But Dan's not that kind of guy, and he doesn't notice.
**
Ten hours later and it's after the show, and the bartender's still there. "I'll get the drinks," Dana calls, the most enthusiastic she's ever been, and bounces over to the bar. She returns, her hands full and the bartender on her heels.
"This is Jarod," she explains, like that means anything.
"I told you she'd like it," Jarod says, later, and Dan doesn't know what that's supposed to mean.
**
Dan sees Jarod everywhere after that; at the corner store, crossing the road, and in the bar, wiping the glasses and pouring beers with perfect heads. "He's a bartender," Casey says, when Dan points it out. "Of course he pours perfect beers. Now get me another."
Dan follows Jarod one night, suspicious of his good looks and his talent and the way he flirts with Dana. On a street corner, Jarod stops beneath a street lamp, and Dan freezes.
"I knew I'd find you in this shithole city," Dan hears, and out of the darkness steps a woman, fucking huge heels and endless legs and a gun, loose by her side.
"You're getting better at this game, Parker," Jarod says, smugly.
"Oh, fuck you," Parker says, and she closes the distance between them, plants her lips against Jarod's mouth and pushes him out of the lamp light. The last thing Dan sees is the gun, dangling from her hand.
Dan blinks, and turns around.
He didn't see nothing.
**
The next day, Dana laments the loss of Jarod's awesome cocktails and Dan keeps his fucking mouth shut.
When he closes his eyes, he can still see the gun in the lamplight, and he doesn't want to know.
He's not that kind of guy.
END
The Pretender/Sports Night, Dan, G.
Commentfic for
mandysbitch, who always rocks my socks off.**
"Three beers," Dan says. "And a cosmopolitan!" Natalie calls, and Dan presses his elbows down on the bar. "And a cosmopolitan for the screamer."
The bartender grins, slides the glasses one by one down the bar. "And a drink for the lady," he finishes with a flourish, presenting Dan with some sort of disgusting, multi-coloured concoction.
He's not that sort of guy, but he knows a girly drink when he sees one. "I don't think that's a cosmopolitan," he accuses.
"I know," the bartender says. Leans forward. "But trust me, she'll love it."
Dan shrugs. "Whatever, man," he mumbles. "It's your funeral."
Natalie loves it; whispers with Dana and orders a second.
But Dan's not that kind of guy, and he doesn't notice.
**
Ten hours later and it's after the show, and the bartender's still there. "I'll get the drinks," Dana calls, the most enthusiastic she's ever been, and bounces over to the bar. She returns, her hands full and the bartender on her heels.
"This is Jarod," she explains, like that means anything.
"I told you she'd like it," Jarod says, later, and Dan doesn't know what that's supposed to mean.
**
Dan sees Jarod everywhere after that; at the corner store, crossing the road, and in the bar, wiping the glasses and pouring beers with perfect heads. "He's a bartender," Casey says, when Dan points it out. "Of course he pours perfect beers. Now get me another."
Dan follows Jarod one night, suspicious of his good looks and his talent and the way he flirts with Dana. On a street corner, Jarod stops beneath a street lamp, and Dan freezes.
"I knew I'd find you in this shithole city," Dan hears, and out of the darkness steps a woman, fucking huge heels and endless legs and a gun, loose by her side.
"You're getting better at this game, Parker," Jarod says, smugly.
"Oh, fuck you," Parker says, and she closes the distance between them, plants her lips against Jarod's mouth and pushes him out of the lamp light. The last thing Dan sees is the gun, dangling from her hand.
Dan blinks, and turns around.
He didn't see nothing.
**
The next day, Dana laments the loss of Jarod's awesome cocktails and Dan keeps his fucking mouth shut.
When he closes his eyes, he can still see the gun in the lamplight, and he doesn't want to know.
He's not that kind of guy.
END