Talent Night
Title: Talent Night
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/4. Sing
Character/Pairing: Angel Starsmore, Sean Ford
Rating: PG
Word Count: 244
Summary: In which Sean continues to express an interest in Angel.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine mine mine mine! Another installment of That Damn Mpreg
Sean dropped into the chair next to Angel as she loosened the strings of her guitar and put it into it’s case. “Didn’t know you could sing.”
Angel looked up briefly, then looked towards the stage, where one of Raia’s brothers (Sean couldn’t remember which one it was, just that it was a Guthrie) was going over Jeff Foxworthy’s old routine. “I think my dad would have disowned me if I couldn’t.”
“That was a real nice song,” he went on. “Uh, I think I’ve heard it before, but I can’t remember where.”
“My Chemical Romance,” she supplied. “They’re okay, for old stuff. Really cheerful songs about death and dying.”
“You’ve got a real nice voice.”
“Eh.” She stood up. “You know people who aren’t participating aren’t supposed to be back here.”
“I bribed my way in. Oh yea…” He grabbed his backpack and unzipped it, pulling out a small bouquet of roses. “For you.”
“Thank you. I’m still not going out with you.”
“It was worth a shot.” Sean continued to hold out the roses until Angel finally took them. “I still like your singing. You should do it more often.”
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/4. Sing
Character/Pairing: Angel Starsmore, Sean Ford
Rating: PG
Word Count: 244
Summary: In which Sean continues to express an interest in Angel.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine mine mine mine! Another installment of That Damn Mpreg
Sean dropped into the chair next to Angel as she loosened the strings of her guitar and put it into it’s case. “Didn’t know you could sing.”
Angel looked up briefly, then looked towards the stage, where one of Raia’s brothers (Sean couldn’t remember which one it was, just that it was a Guthrie) was going over Jeff Foxworthy’s old routine. “I think my dad would have disowned me if I couldn’t.”
“That was a real nice song,” he went on. “Uh, I think I’ve heard it before, but I can’t remember where.”
“My Chemical Romance,” she supplied. “They’re okay, for old stuff. Really cheerful songs about death and dying.”
“You’ve got a real nice voice.”
“Eh.” She stood up. “You know people who aren’t participating aren’t supposed to be back here.”
“I bribed my way in. Oh yea…” He grabbed his backpack and unzipped it, pulling out a small bouquet of roses. “For you.”
“Thank you. I’m still not going out with you.”
“It was worth a shot.” Sean continued to hold out the roses until Angel finally took them. “I still like your singing. You should do it more often.”