Drinks in a Bar
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Title: Les boissons dans une Barre
Rating: R, for language
Pairing: Slight Ryan/Greg
Disclaimer: If I owned these men...*sigh*
Summary:
“Hey,” Said an incorporeal voice behind Greg. He gave a sideward glance towards the voice, “what are you still doing here?”
Greg shifted in his seat and attempted to ignore the man that was behind him. He was asking a question he didn’t want to answer and more would probably follow that one. He took a swig of his drink, scotch on the rocks, and set it down with a bang. Greg was surprised when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, that the man didn’t even flinch. In fact, he sat down and ordered a drink of his own.
After a few more drinks Greg sighed heavily and turned his head to the man.
“What do you want?”
“I can’t be a friend to you?” The man said incredulously.
“You’re not my friend.” Greg said bitterly and returned to his scotch. Why did everyone have to be so interested in his life? Fuck, he couldn’t make choices on his own?
“I won’t be your friend then. I could care less about being your friend. Just fucking talk to someone!” The man paused and softened his voice a little, “I’m worried about you, man.”
“Just take me back to the hotel, Ryan.”
Greg stood up and stumbled towards the door with Ryan just a few steps behind, just in case he fell.
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End
*crawls back into corner*
zekkass gave me this prompt and betaed. She's the best!Title: Les boissons dans une Barre
Rating: R, for language
Pairing: Slight Ryan/Greg
Disclaimer: If I owned these men...*sigh*
Summary:
“Hey,” Said an incorporeal voice behind Greg. He gave a sideward glance towards the voice, “what are you still doing here?”
Greg shifted in his seat and attempted to ignore the man that was behind him. He was asking a question he didn’t want to answer and more would probably follow that one. He took a swig of his drink, scotch on the rocks, and set it down with a bang. Greg was surprised when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, that the man didn’t even flinch. In fact, he sat down and ordered a drink of his own.
After a few more drinks Greg sighed heavily and turned his head to the man.
“What do you want?”
“I can’t be a friend to you?” The man said incredulously.
“You’re not my friend.” Greg said bitterly and returned to his scotch. Why did everyone have to be so interested in his life? Fuck, he couldn’t make choices on his own?
“I won’t be your friend then. I could care less about being your friend. Just fucking talk to someone!” The man paused and softened his voice a little, “I’m worried about you, man.”
“Just take me back to the hotel, Ryan.”
Greg stood up and stumbled towards the door with Ryan just a few steps behind, just in case he fell.
____
End
*crawls back into corner*
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Date: 2006-06-22 07:20 pm (UTC)I like how this fic focuses on Greg. It was really good despite it's shortness.
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Date: 2006-06-22 07:28 pm (UTC)And thank you! I'm sorry it's not longer...
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Date: 2006-06-22 07:37 pm (UTC)Don't worry I just want to mooch more Greg/Ryan off of people. ;)
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Date: 2006-06-22 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-26 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-26 06:25 pm (UTC)and P.S. I kinda wrote this with you in mind because of greg/ryan...no clue why, but i did! xD