Raffle
Title: Raffle
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Marcus Hamilton, OCs
Rating? PG
Word count: 201
Comments: written for ladytalon1, prompt: sigh and guinny_hamilton who wanted some Marcus drabbles and/or porn. I’m afraid there’s no porn here *sigh*, but I hope you like the drabble. It’s a sort of sequel to Chocolate which was the first Marcus drabble I ever wrote.
“Who’s that?” Trina whispered in awe as the most hunky big guy she’d ever seen strode past.
“That’s Marcus Hamilton,” Marty followed her gaze. “And if you’re sensible you won’t even go there.”
“Look at the way he fills out a suit,” Trina said with a sigh. “I bet he’s sex on legs.”
“Oh he is,” her co-worker agreed. “But the only way you’ll get close to him is if you win the raffle.”
“Raffle?”
“The bosses run a raffle every year. Whoever wins has to spend two days with Hamilton. That way the company profits increase by twenty per cent.”
“How does that work?” Trina frowned.
“Who knows,” Marty shrugged. “But it does.”
“What happens over the two days then?”
“No-one’s allowed to talk about it. See Carmen over there?” she pointed at a girl staring at the floor. “She’s last year’s winner and now she won’t go out with anyone. She says they don’t measure up or something.”
Trina shivered in delight. “It sounds interesting.”
“It’s not interesting, or sexy or anything good,” Marty protested. “John over there couldn’t walk properly for two weeks after he won.”
“Really?” Trina grinned recklessly. “How do I sign up for the raffle?”
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Marcus Hamilton, OCs
Rating? PG
Word count: 201
Comments: written for ladytalon1, prompt: sigh and guinny_hamilton who wanted some Marcus drabbles and/or porn. I’m afraid there’s no porn here *sigh*, but I hope you like the drabble. It’s a sort of sequel to Chocolate which was the first Marcus drabble I ever wrote.
“Who’s that?” Trina whispered in awe as the most hunky big guy she’d ever seen strode past.
“That’s Marcus Hamilton,” Marty followed her gaze. “And if you’re sensible you won’t even go there.”
“Look at the way he fills out a suit,” Trina said with a sigh. “I bet he’s sex on legs.”
“Oh he is,” her co-worker agreed. “But the only way you’ll get close to him is if you win the raffle.”
“Raffle?”
“The bosses run a raffle every year. Whoever wins has to spend two days with Hamilton. That way the company profits increase by twenty per cent.”
“How does that work?” Trina frowned.
“Who knows,” Marty shrugged. “But it does.”
“What happens over the two days then?”
“No-one’s allowed to talk about it. See Carmen over there?” she pointed at a girl staring at the floor. “She’s last year’s winner and now she won’t go out with anyone. She says they don’t measure up or something.”
Trina shivered in delight. “It sounds interesting.”
“It’s not interesting, or sexy or anything good,” Marty protested. “John over there couldn’t walk properly for two weeks after he won.”
“Really?” Trina grinned recklessly. “How do I sign up for the raffle?”