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rarepair_shortsAuthor: westwardlee
Recipient:ceria_taliesin
Title: I'll Drink to That
Characters/Pairing: Kingsley/Gideon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The blind date from hell turns out to be…not so hellish, after all.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to my beta.
Kingsley Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, desperately in need of a drink. He opened his mouth to ask Tom for a beer, but he decided he needed something much stronger than that. "Firewhisky, please," he asked the barkeep.
He sat on a stool, next to a man who was hunched over his own drink, nursing it with both hands. The Firewhisky burnt his throat going down and he coughed. The stranger next to him lifted his eyes at the noise, asking, "Are you all right?"
"Not really," Kingsley said, no longer coughing.
The stranger chortled, "Nothing to do with the Firewhisky, yeah?"
"Nope."
"Women?"
"Yep. Isn't it usually the case?"
The stranger shrugged and took a deep gulp of his drink. "I suppose."
"You too had a bad date?"
After just a moment's hesitation, the stranger answered, "You could say that."
The man was not really talkative, but he was obviously drowning his sorrows in alcohol, too. Encouraged by that, Kingsley spoke. "My sister set me up on a fucking blind date from hell." He imitated a falsetto, "You have to meet my friend Linda. She's gorgeous and you'll really like her."
"She wasn't gorgeous?" the man asked.
"Very, actually. And she knew it. Lovely and utterly boring. First she broke a nail and didn't rest until she had it fixed with her wand. She spent the rest of the dinner examining that nail. And when she was not, she was talking about herself. How many pairs of shoes she had. How many silk robes. She asked me what I liked to do, and I said I liked to watch Quidditch and she actually wrinkled her nose. She wasn't interested in it at all, she said, and she told me she couldn't understand why men loved to talk about broom specifications."
"She didn't say that!" the other man exclaimed, appalled. "Broom specs are very important. Of course the player's talent is key, but he's nothing without the right broom."
Kingsley nodded sadly. "I know. We had nothing in common to talk about. But she was beautiful, she was also very flirty, and I thought that later on we wouldn't have that much chance to talk, you know?" He shoved the other man playfully and received a chuckle in reply.
"So, what happened then? Why are you here?"
"Because she wouldn't put out. Told me she was keeping herself for the wizard she bonds with."
"No shit! I thought this kind didn't exist any more."
Kingsley laughed out loud, "Lucky me, I got the last living one." He looked at the bloke: attractive, with red hair and blue eyes. "What about you? What happened?"
"Got stood up," the man said, nursing his drink again.
"Ugh! That's tough. Was it a blind date, too?"
The man nodded. "Roughly the same thing: my sister set me up."
"With a lovely witch, etc, etc."
The man considered this for a few seconds and shook his head. "No, actually with a man."
Kingsley choked. "A man?" he blurted out.
"Yeah. She's convinced I'm gay and she thought I should try a bloke to see if it worked."
"She's convinced you're gay? What do you say about it?"
The man shrugged. "I may be, I don't know. Don't really like women that much. Prefer to talk to blokes anyway – because of the things you mentioned. I can't stand conversation about clothes and make-up, like much more to talk about Quidditch and-" He stopped briefly, then, resigned, continued, "I like to look at Quidditch players' bums, you know. My sister said it was a tell-tale sign."
Kingsley shifted a little uncomfortably. "Yeah," he muttered.
"Yeah, what?"
"Yeah, I also like to…erm…look at Quidditch players' bums."
The man looked up interestedly. His blue eyes twinkled and he looked even more attractive. "You do?"
A bit shyly, Kingsley answered, "I'm bisexual."
The man leaned back and looked at Kingsley's back.
"What're you doing?" Kingsley asked.
"Checking out your bum. Are you a Quidditch player, too?"
"No, I'm Auror." Then, a little defensively, "Why? Is that a problem?"
"No. You seem to have a fine bum."
Kingsley seethed a little. In fact, he was very proud of his arse and he thought it was much better than 'fine.' But he didn’t have much time to worry about it, because the man, having finished his drink, put the glass soundly on the counter. He stood up – he was tall, just a few centimeters shorter than Kingsley, with a lean, strong body. Looking at Kingsley, he said, "Well, I don't like silk robes or make-up. I like Quidditch and I understand all about broom specifications. And I am a Quidditch player," he ended with a wink.
Kingsley grinned. "Well, since we both had bad dates tonight, maybe we can…console each other?"
The man picked up Kingsley's glass and downed the rest of his Firewhisky. "I'll drink to that." He extended his hand to Kingsley. "Gideon Prewett, Keeper for the Chudley Cannons."
Holding Gideon's hand much longer than necessary, Kingsley introduced himself.
It was the beginning of a great date, after all.
westwardleeRecipient:
ceria_taliesinTitle: I'll Drink to That
Characters/Pairing: Kingsley/Gideon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The blind date from hell turns out to be…not so hellish, after all.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to my beta.
Kingsley Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, desperately in need of a drink. He opened his mouth to ask Tom for a beer, but he decided he needed something much stronger than that. "Firewhisky, please," he asked the barkeep.
He sat on a stool, next to a man who was hunched over his own drink, nursing it with both hands. The Firewhisky burnt his throat going down and he coughed. The stranger next to him lifted his eyes at the noise, asking, "Are you all right?"
"Not really," Kingsley said, no longer coughing.
The stranger chortled, "Nothing to do with the Firewhisky, yeah?"
"Nope."
"Women?"
"Yep. Isn't it usually the case?"
The stranger shrugged and took a deep gulp of his drink. "I suppose."
"You too had a bad date?"
After just a moment's hesitation, the stranger answered, "You could say that."
The man was not really talkative, but he was obviously drowning his sorrows in alcohol, too. Encouraged by that, Kingsley spoke. "My sister set me up on a fucking blind date from hell." He imitated a falsetto, "You have to meet my friend Linda. She's gorgeous and you'll really like her."
"She wasn't gorgeous?" the man asked.
"Very, actually. And she knew it. Lovely and utterly boring. First she broke a nail and didn't rest until she had it fixed with her wand. She spent the rest of the dinner examining that nail. And when she was not, she was talking about herself. How many pairs of shoes she had. How many silk robes. She asked me what I liked to do, and I said I liked to watch Quidditch and she actually wrinkled her nose. She wasn't interested in it at all, she said, and she told me she couldn't understand why men loved to talk about broom specifications."
"She didn't say that!" the other man exclaimed, appalled. "Broom specs are very important. Of course the player's talent is key, but he's nothing without the right broom."
Kingsley nodded sadly. "I know. We had nothing in common to talk about. But she was beautiful, she was also very flirty, and I thought that later on we wouldn't have that much chance to talk, you know?" He shoved the other man playfully and received a chuckle in reply.
"So, what happened then? Why are you here?"
"Because she wouldn't put out. Told me she was keeping herself for the wizard she bonds with."
"No shit! I thought this kind didn't exist any more."
Kingsley laughed out loud, "Lucky me, I got the last living one." He looked at the bloke: attractive, with red hair and blue eyes. "What about you? What happened?"
"Got stood up," the man said, nursing his drink again.
"Ugh! That's tough. Was it a blind date, too?"
The man nodded. "Roughly the same thing: my sister set me up."
"With a lovely witch, etc, etc."
The man considered this for a few seconds and shook his head. "No, actually with a man."
Kingsley choked. "A man?" he blurted out.
"Yeah. She's convinced I'm gay and she thought I should try a bloke to see if it worked."
"She's convinced you're gay? What do you say about it?"
The man shrugged. "I may be, I don't know. Don't really like women that much. Prefer to talk to blokes anyway – because of the things you mentioned. I can't stand conversation about clothes and make-up, like much more to talk about Quidditch and-" He stopped briefly, then, resigned, continued, "I like to look at Quidditch players' bums, you know. My sister said it was a tell-tale sign."
Kingsley shifted a little uncomfortably. "Yeah," he muttered.
"Yeah, what?"
"Yeah, I also like to…erm…look at Quidditch players' bums."
The man looked up interestedly. His blue eyes twinkled and he looked even more attractive. "You do?"
A bit shyly, Kingsley answered, "I'm bisexual."
The man leaned back and looked at Kingsley's back.
"What're you doing?" Kingsley asked.
"Checking out your bum. Are you a Quidditch player, too?"
"No, I'm Auror." Then, a little defensively, "Why? Is that a problem?"
"No. You seem to have a fine bum."
Kingsley seethed a little. In fact, he was very proud of his arse and he thought it was much better than 'fine.' But he didn’t have much time to worry about it, because the man, having finished his drink, put the glass soundly on the counter. He stood up – he was tall, just a few centimeters shorter than Kingsley, with a lean, strong body. Looking at Kingsley, he said, "Well, I don't like silk robes or make-up. I like Quidditch and I understand all about broom specifications. And I am a Quidditch player," he ended with a wink.
Kingsley grinned. "Well, since we both had bad dates tonight, maybe we can…console each other?"
The man picked up Kingsley's glass and downed the rest of his Firewhisky. "I'll drink to that." He extended his hand to Kingsley. "Gideon Prewett, Keeper for the Chudley Cannons."
Holding Gideon's hand much longer than necessary, Kingsley introduced himself.
It was the beginning of a great date, after all.
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Date: 2007-12-28 08:28 pm (UTC)Loved the bit about Quidditch Players' bums. ♥ haha.
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Date: 2007-12-28 08:42 pm (UTC)And thanks again for the nice fic you wrote for me.
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Date: 2007-12-28 09:53 pm (UTC)