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marginalia) wrote2004-07-22 11:44 pm
marginalia) wrote2004-07-22 11:44 pm
ficlet: friends don't let friends eat at denny's. dom/oz
[friends don't let friends eat at denny's] - Dom/Oz for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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prompt was beth's café. i don't know wtf happened to the concept of a drabble. the club is r place in tribute to boston pizza boy.
Dominic almost misses the turn, speeding through the haze of night and neon that is Aurora. He'd come into the city with Elijah who, of course, had pulled inappropriately early in the evening. Fucking bendy boy in that three story club above downtown, it's amazing he lasted as long as he did. Now Dominic's driving on half-remembered directions, driving to greasy pancakes, endless coffee and a sweet fading memory of the last time.
The floor of Beth's is as slick as ever and the air is full of smoke and laughter, grease and the jukebox. If he were here with Billy, they'd slide into on one of the half-occupied booths in the back, taking it in turns to challenge people in the game room, but tonight, this morning, he's the only party of one in the place, so he falls into a chair at a small side table and waits. The wall beside him sports an amateur rendition of Trogdor, an engineering schematic, and a pirate in heavy kohl, and he thinks he'll ask for crayons if the waiter ever appears.
"Coffee?" asks a voice above the din, and as he looks up, something inside jolts painfully. Hopefully. Oz is already pouring the coffee, half-smiling when their eyes meet. "Hey!" he says, genuinely cheerful, and Dominic feels at home for the first time in too long. Oz takes his order, flicking his labret across his teeth. "And crayons, right?"
"Of course."
Dominic's midway through his breakfast when Oz has a moment free and slides into the seat opposite. "How've you?" they both begin, then stop, laughing.
"You around for a while?" Oz asks.
"Yeah. When do you?"
"Six."
"I'll wait. But only if you give me change for the jukebox. You really ought to look into improving the taste of your clientele."
Their fingers brush as Oz tilts quarters into Dominic's palm. Dominic lights a cigarette, spins his coffee cup, sketches a cartoon of a penguin speaking scraps of dialogue from the surrounding tables.
In the bedlam, waiting, he is still.
art_geekprompt was beth's café. i don't know wtf happened to the concept of a drabble. the club is r place in tribute to boston pizza boy.
Dominic almost misses the turn, speeding through the haze of night and neon that is Aurora. He'd come into the city with Elijah who, of course, had pulled inappropriately early in the evening. Fucking bendy boy in that three story club above downtown, it's amazing he lasted as long as he did. Now Dominic's driving on half-remembered directions, driving to greasy pancakes, endless coffee and a sweet fading memory of the last time.
The floor of Beth's is as slick as ever and the air is full of smoke and laughter, grease and the jukebox. If he were here with Billy, they'd slide into on one of the half-occupied booths in the back, taking it in turns to challenge people in the game room, but tonight, this morning, he's the only party of one in the place, so he falls into a chair at a small side table and waits. The wall beside him sports an amateur rendition of Trogdor, an engineering schematic, and a pirate in heavy kohl, and he thinks he'll ask for crayons if the waiter ever appears.
"Coffee?" asks a voice above the din, and as he looks up, something inside jolts painfully. Hopefully. Oz is already pouring the coffee, half-smiling when their eyes meet. "Hey!" he says, genuinely cheerful, and Dominic feels at home for the first time in too long. Oz takes his order, flicking his labret across his teeth. "And crayons, right?"
"Of course."
Dominic's midway through his breakfast when Oz has a moment free and slides into the seat opposite. "How've you?" they both begin, then stop, laughing.
"You around for a while?" Oz asks.
"Yeah. When do you?"
"Six."
"I'll wait. But only if you give me change for the jukebox. You really ought to look into improving the taste of your clientele."
Their fingers brush as Oz tilts quarters into Dominic's palm. Dominic lights a cigarette, spins his coffee cup, sketches a cartoon of a penguin speaking scraps of dialogue from the surrounding tables.
In the bedlam, waiting, he is still.
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*hearts you omg*
*snif*
I was gonna say we should hit beth's this weekend, but then I remembered about my parents, and think it best that I don't take them there. Of course, I took them to Deli Haus, so they're used to that sort of stuff from me. ;) and 28 days later is the midnight movie you should leik totally go see it. yah. *squees again*
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I just got all teary all of a sudden. I miss you guys.
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Fucking bendy boy
It's like an inside joke, but also very user friendly! *smooch*
So cool that you guys took me there, so I was picturing Trogdor and the lot covering the walls...the slick floor, and the juke box! I loved the intimate register between them. The fragments were all they needed.
Perfect!
(and damn funny!)
Re: Fucking bendy boy
thank you, dear!
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*sigh*
I love these boys together. I think even more than Dom and Elijah, and you know what that means coming from me. Or maybe it's just that I like them when you write them.
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i love writing them, and whoever said in fanfic_hate that all crossovers suck can go to hell, y0.
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But I love you, so I figured I'd read it.
And I kinda liked it.
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just picturing this makes me so very happy inside. when you write this pairing, they just glow.
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