Thursday: A Night On the Town

[aurilly]

Where did the week go? To gear up for the rapidly approaching weekend, today's theme is A Night On the Town. So, send your favorite characters or actors out to have a good time. They could do anything---attend the ballet, meet a sexy stranger at a bar, dance on tables, have a first date, schtup a bridesmaid at a wedding. Just make it something one

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[hobbit_eyes]

Sylar never liked going to the bathroom while he was out with Mohinder. Besides the usual feeling of his right-hand side being that little bit colder when it didn't have Mohinder sitting beside him, no matter how fast he was, there were always at least a couple of men or women checking him out by the time he returned. It wasn't the competition he worried about - Suresh had voiced enough complaints while Sylar was still pursuing him to know that he must be with him for a reason - but it got rather tiresome knowing that, while Mohinder was his, his beauty could still be enjoyed by anyone who cared to glance his way.

However, four bars in as many hours had taken its toll, and Sylar had had to quickly excuse himself upon their arrival. The sooner he found someone with a power to counteract this highly inconvenient call of nature, the better.

As he pushed his way back through the crowds, he was relieved to see Mohinder was still alone. Though, as he got closer, he could understand - he was looking a little worse for wear. Those novelty shots in the other bar had probably been a bad idea, but Mohinder always got so competitive when Nathan challenged him...

He slid onto the stool next to him and gingerly put a hand on his shoulder. "Mohinder? Are you all right?"

Curly hair in complete disarray, Mohinder blearily looked up from his drink to Sylar. "Hellooo?"

"Mohinder, it's me, Sylar."

"Oh, I know." Mohinder beamed, but then frowned. "You disappeared briefly. I was mildly disconcerted."

Oh dear. Unlike most people who got slurred, Mohinder always became more articulate when drunk. Sylar presumed it was because he was having to concentrate more on what he was saying, and the thesaurus-powered vocabulary of his research was the first thing that came to mind.

"Bathroom," said Sylar, gesturing behind him. As Mohinder span round to see what he was pointing at (and nearly fell off his stool in the process) Sylar quickly TK'ed Mohinder's drink away from him and put it on the stool behind him. Mohinder turned back, and stared in bafflement at the space where his drink had just been. After staring intently for a few seconds, he shrugged, and just gazed into the space ahead of him, smiling dreamily.

"Mohinder?" repeated Sylar.

"That is me?" said Mohinder, swinging his head round to face Sylar again.

"... yes. I think we'd better be getting you home, don't you?"

Mohinder thought for a second. "YES," he said finally, "Yes, I think that would be excellent. I can do research. My father's research! Research research research," he babbled on as Sylar put Mohinder's arm over his shoulder and hauled him to his feet off the stool, "Researchee searchee smirchee eeeee...."

Mohinder fell into indistinct mumbling as Sylar tried to negotiate their way out of the crowded bar. Suddenly, he called, "SYLAR?"

"Still here," said Sylar.

"I know." Mohinder was beaming dreamily again. "You're always there. You always were, in your mildly creepy stalker way... You know, I don't say it enough, but I love you, man."

"You've actually never said it," pointed out Sylar.

"Wow," mused Mohinder, "I must be wasted. But it's TRUE! I should tell you more. I should tell everyone that... that..."

For a moment, Sylar actually believed Mohinder was too overcome with emotion to speak. But a look at the doctor's rapidly-greenifying face warned him that he was being overcome by something else entirely. Sylar just about managed to TK over a garbage can in time before Mohinder crumpled at the waist and clung onto the rim of the can for dear life.

"Thank you, Mohinder," said Sylar, patting the man's shaking back as he heaved the entire contents of the night into the garbage can, "I love you too."

[asimaiyat]

in your mildly creepy stalker way!

so many LOLs. :)

[hobbit_eyes]

Thanks! :D Aww, Mohinder, Sylar only stalks you because he cares.

[aurilly]

No seriously, HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD?

I love absolutely every word of this. EVER FUCKING WORD. When mohinder started on about his father's research, I literally spit out my coffee. I'm not even kidding you.

Unlike most people who got slurred, Mohinder always became more articulate when drunk.
And this? *hands you my soul* Marry me.

Please please please post this on your journal and then post it on Mylar fic? PLEASE? The world needs to read this. You don't understand. I love it so much I could puke, like Mohinder.

[hobbit_eyes]

Gotta admit, the whole 'getting more articulate when drunk' thing is something I do. I will just start babbling in the most clearly enunciated multi-syllable words you ever heard. When asked how I was feeling after throwing up into a bucket, I replied, "Quite coherent, thank you." When writing this, it just occurred to me as something Mohinder might do too.

But THANK YOU :D:D:D Your comments are lovely and shiny and make me smile. Because I'm normally reading YOUR fics and thinking you're amazing. And because you ask so nicely, I'll post both on my LJ and mylar_fic.

[hobbit_eyes]

Thank you! :D Hee, that mental image is hilarious. Peter's probably always having to be the designated flyer. Nathan is probably my dream person from the Heroes-verse to go out for a drink with.

[vampedvixen]

LOL!!! This was beyong awesome!!