A quick scene...
entirely blamed on queenof1000days, for she requested band!fic, and I had Star Trek on the brain. Well, that, and I can't get this image of Wyatt playing the piano out of my head.
Also, in random, semi-related news: Anybody else spend most of yesterday doing double-takes every time someone mentioned Boston College and the EMERALD BOWL? Just me? okay...
Dec 07, 2009
Ambrose was folding his laundry at the kitchen table when DG knocked. Raoul, who was moving toward the kitchen anyway, pulled the door open and stepped back so she could enter.
"'ello, gorgeous," Ambrose said, turning back to his socks, while Raoul pushed the door shut and pulled his jacket off the hook.
"Hey," she said, nearly out of breath, and stopped to eye his pile for a moment before continuing on to Wyatt's room. At his doorway, she spun around and threw her arms up. "Where is he?" The look on Ambrose's face caused her to frown slightly and Raoul stepped around the corner, eyes narrowed.
"He's not here?" Raoul asked, glancing to Ambrose when DG shook her head. Ambrose glanced between the both of them for a second and turned to face them.
"He went home," Ambrose explained, twirling a black sock around his finger.
"Why?" both Raoul and DG asked together.
"Because," Ambrose started with a huff and pointed toward the instruments in the corner, "apparently, my three thousand dollar keyboard doesn't sound 'piano' enough." Ambrose included the air quotes as his eyes rolled toward the ceiling and he turned back to grab the matching sock. "So, he went home to use the monster." DG's shoulders dropped as she turned to Raoul.
"Don't worry, we have time," Raoul assured her. Ambrose spun back around.
"Time for what?" DG huffed and moved toward him.
"They're showing Star Trek over on campus."
Ambrose's eyes narrowed and he looked at the TV behind him. "You guys have been running that damn DVD since it came out. Why go to the theater?"
"Not that one, G," Raoul said, shaking his head. "The first one." DG looked between her friends again and stepped toward Raoul as he opened the front door.
"Thirtieth anniversary is today," DG added, knowing that Ambrose really wouldn't be impressed.
"Nerd," he said, followed by a wide grin and turned back to the socks, once again.
"You coming?" DG asked him. Ambrose raised an eyebrow and turned back, but didn't respond right away.
"Thanks, love, but I'd rather tie all these socks together and shimmy down the fire escape." He gave her a wink and DG stuck her tongue out before turning back to the door.
As she stepped into the hallway, Raoul leaned back in and commented: "You could just use the ladder."
"Shut up!" Ambrose said, smiling at his pile of socks as the door closed behind him.
Also, in random, semi-related news: Anybody else spend most of yesterday doing double-takes every time someone mentioned Boston College and the EMERALD BOWL? Just me? okay...
Dec 07, 2009
Ambrose was folding his laundry at the kitchen table when DG knocked. Raoul, who was moving toward the kitchen anyway, pulled the door open and stepped back so she could enter.
"'ello, gorgeous," Ambrose said, turning back to his socks, while Raoul pushed the door shut and pulled his jacket off the hook.
"Hey," she said, nearly out of breath, and stopped to eye his pile for a moment before continuing on to Wyatt's room. At his doorway, she spun around and threw her arms up. "Where is he?" The look on Ambrose's face caused her to frown slightly and Raoul stepped around the corner, eyes narrowed.
"He's not here?" Raoul asked, glancing to Ambrose when DG shook her head. Ambrose glanced between the both of them for a second and turned to face them.
"He went home," Ambrose explained, twirling a black sock around his finger.
"Why?" both Raoul and DG asked together.
"Because," Ambrose started with a huff and pointed toward the instruments in the corner, "apparently, my three thousand dollar keyboard doesn't sound 'piano' enough." Ambrose included the air quotes as his eyes rolled toward the ceiling and he turned back to grab the matching sock. "So, he went home to use the monster." DG's shoulders dropped as she turned to Raoul.
"Don't worry, we have time," Raoul assured her. Ambrose spun back around.
"Time for what?" DG huffed and moved toward him.
"They're showing Star Trek over on campus."
Ambrose's eyes narrowed and he looked at the TV behind him. "You guys have been running that damn DVD since it came out. Why go to the theater?"
"Not that one, G," Raoul said, shaking his head. "The first one." DG looked between her friends again and stepped toward Raoul as he opened the front door.
"Thirtieth anniversary is today," DG added, knowing that Ambrose really wouldn't be impressed.
"Nerd," he said, followed by a wide grin and turned back to the socks, once again.
"You coming?" DG asked him. Ambrose raised an eyebrow and turned back, but didn't respond right away.
"Thanks, love, but I'd rather tie all these socks together and shimmy down the fire escape." He gave her a wink and DG stuck her tongue out before turning back to the door.
As she stepped into the hallway, Raoul leaned back in and commented: "You could just use the ladder."
"Shut up!" Ambrose said, smiling at his pile of socks as the door closed behind him.