it's that time again!
Where I've hit a word-count percentage milestone so I offer you all drabbles to....bump up my wordcount some more? At any rate, tonight I hit 40% of my goal for the year, and tomorrow is April Fool's day. Neither of these things will probably have any impact on the drabble you get
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When Yusuf leaves to go get the table another round of drinks, Eames starts talking him up. It's part of his job as wingman--making the lead look good. Some guys try to do this by making themselves look bad--anybody looks better in comparison--but Eames doesn't hold by that tactic. Anybody loosk better in comparison, sure, but that doesn't mean they're going to go for your man. After all, he is friends with you. If you're an ass, that's probably telling.
He plays up the science degree with honours, and downplays the illegal dream den in Yusuf's basement. Eames has this one pegged as a cat person, so he makes a big deal about Yusuf's kind and sensitive soul as pertaining to pet ownership and hopes she bites. They've had a bit of a bum night.
The first pretty boy gets dragged by his friends to the dance floor, and the first pretty girl gets dragged by her friends to another bar. The next one looks really promising, except it turns out she's got a girlfriend and is only flirting to make her jealous. There's screaming, and drink throwing and the couple gets thrown out of the bar when it looks like they're going to start having their make up sex right there, on a table. It's rather a lot more drama than either Yusuf or Eames were hoping for when they'd started the night out.
This one doesn't pan out either, leaving not long after Yusuf gets back to the table. She doesn't finish her last drink, but she does insist on paying for it for herself, so at least she's not wasting Yusuf's money as well as good alcohol. Eames ends up drinking it himself, little toothpick umbrella stuck in the top, as Yusuf introduces himself to boy number two of the evening.
That one goes the best of all, when he crawls up into Yusuf's lap and starts sucking on his tongue at their table, and Eames makes bland small talk with one of boy number two's lady friends. They both pretend amiably that their friends aren't getting it on less than a foot away, and she turns out to be rather charming in her own right. And then friend number three comes back to the table supporting friend number four who is drunk off her arse and Yusuf's lucky night walks out the door practically carrying a girl and threatening her with a world of pain if she pukes on him because he was going to get laid and now he's not.
"Well, I guess that's it then," Yusuf says, flopping back into his chair. "Want to get blindingly drunk? Obviously I'm not getting laid, and drunk is not a bad second best."
"Don't count out the getting laid yet," Eames reassures him.
"Oh?" Yusuf says, eyebrow raised, like he wants to know if Eames needs a refresher of the night so far.
Eames grins, quick and filthy. "Well, I'm not willing to crawl into your lap in a bar, but we could always go back to mine. You did say you'd fed the cats already. Can't let that go to waste." Besides. This way Eames gets laid too.
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