Gone to California Uruha x Aoi [oneshot]
Title: Gone to California
Chapter(s): 1/1
Author: draculin
Genre: Slight romance, Nothing drastic
Warnings: Alcohol, Mentions of smut
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s)/Characters: UruhaxAoi
Summary: The streets are made of silver...like a rabbit on the run
Comments: I'M NOT DEAD YET! This is just a little something I cooked up to help me get past my intense infection of writer's block...which I'm still at war with. This was SUPPOSED to be a drabble...mega fail there. orz But enjoy! It was heavily influenced by the song "Gone to California" by P!nk. Not surprising that my title is not very creative...at all. And damn...when LJ is bitching...it's really bitching~!
Disclaimer: Oh you know they have my name tattooed on each one of their asses...not.
He took a seat at the bar, still looking over his shoulder. The young man felt so out of place, but no one forced him to come here.
“Can I get you a drink, sweetheart?”
So skittish was the newcomer. Wait, did the bartender just seriously call him “sweetheart?” He brought his eyes up from the countertop to look at his server. Time slowed with the music of the smooth jazz coming from the jukebox. Locks of hair in the richest shade of espresso and most mussed of styles, darkest brown irises so full of soul, and a smile that could warm the coldest void, he was indeed beautiful.
The patron plunged back into reality. “A beer, please. The cheapest you have.
A sound of sympathy and light humor escaped his throat, “Hoo. Damn, either your date stole your wallet before she left, while you were still asleep, or this is just not your night.” He set a chilled bottle of beer and a shot glass on the bar.
“You have no idea…” He ran his hand through his black hair and let out a light chuckle. For the thirteenth time in the past twenty-four hours, he questioned his sanity.
“So tell me, stranger,” The bartender asked as he filled the shot glass with tequila, “what brings you here?” He slid it toward his customer, along with the beer
The raven-haired man looked from the server, to the drinks, then back to the server again; damn that smile of his. “I only asked for the beer.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty head over it. This one’s on the house. I know when a guy needs a shot to get by, and honey, by the look on your face, it is crystal clear.” He pushed the little glass closer. “Go on. Take it straight up. You’ll feel better.”
And that’s just what he did; in one fell swoop, the young man swiped the shot of tequila from the countertop and knocked it back. It was one of the more unpleasant liquors he consumed, but he welcomed the instant heat that spread throughout his body. He could hear the server laughing - at him. “What’s so funny?”
“Your face. I take it that you don’t tequila, but trust me. I know it’s better than that thing you ordered.” When a questioning look was thrown his way, the bartender had to back himself. “Hey, I work here. I have to know what cheap shit tastes like. Yet, we still sell it!"
The young man shrugged and took his beer. “Because some guys like me still drink it. We can’t all be top-shelf VIPs like you.”
Another hearty laugh spilled from the friendly server’s lips. He poured another shot into the glass. “I’ll drink to that!” His customer tried to object, to which the bartender assured, “Chill. This one’s for me. Working in this place, you can’t always be so stiff and sober.” He took the drink with ease in a more graceful motion than the man before him. Never mind that glass was shared.
“Well, while we’re here, how about you tell me your name, sweetheart?”
Just about to put the beer bottle to his lips, the black-haired patron withdrew the motion. “If it gets you to stop calling me names, I’m Aoi.”
With a flirty wink, the bartender responded. “I’m Uruha.” He took a second to scan the room. If there was even a hint of activity amongst the tables, he’d sweetly excuse himself, but the night was almost at its peak; no one would be coming in now. Maybe this Aoi character would give him some entertainment.
Uruha leaned on the countertop to be at eye-level with his customer. The young man with the raven hair seemed to hold some aura of mystery himself. There was something under that nervous exterior. Not that Uruha wanted him to crack. “Hey, I think you can relax now. Do you need another shot?”
Aoi scoffed as he propped his lower jaw on his fist - his head at a slight tilt and eyebrow faintly raised. He looked into Uruha’s alluring eyes. “Are all city folk big drinkers?”
The dark brunette across the bar just kept his smile. “You look like you could hold your own, Aoi. I wouldn’t be so worried about the rest of the kind that walks through this door.” Regardless of whether Aoi asked for another dose of Tequila or not, Uruha filled the petite glass once more.
Aoi took a swig of his beer. God, it was awful; he never knew what piss and dirty dish water tasted like until he drank that. It took every ounce of strength and willpower he had to swallow without his gag reflex going into high gear, and even more self-control to make sure his face looked as calm as could be. Too bad he failed at the very last second.
Uruha couldn’t help but to sigh. “Let’s get you started on a running tab, hm? So you can stop drinking that shit and making those ridiculous faces. I wouldn’t like you so much anymore if it just froze like that. Taking you to bed would be that much harder.”
The patron finally laughed. He was catching on to Uruha’s rather interesting sense of humor. “Who said anything about sleeping with you, sweetheart?” A quick learner he surely was. Aoi could feel the ghosting effect of what little alcohol he drank. He knew his body would start to relax, but his mind was still sharp. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if that loosened up, too.
“Ooh! Is that a challenge?”
“Is there an offer on the table?” Aoi took the shot glass and drank its contents without hesitation. He put the glass back on the bar with a bit of force. Uruha determined he meant business. “Well?”
The bartender gave him an impressed look. “Game on.”
For the first time in a long while, Aoi felt like he won. He stood up from the bar stool and adjusted his jacket. “Your place nearby?”
Uruha commented as he completed a hasty clean-up. “Just a couple blocks over? Why? Yours still a rampant mess from your last flame?” There was no response from Aoi; he didn’t push it, figuring he’d get the story in the morning. He flicked off light switches and closed cabinet doors as he made his way to Aoi at the end of the bar. “Ready?”
“You need to ask?” The brunette could tell his companion’s true colors were starting to shine.
“Actually, I do need to ask you something.”
“If you want to know, I’m clean.”
“Well that’s good to know, but…you never answered my question earlier.”
Aoi gave him a puzzled look before pulling the door open.
“What brings you here?”
“Oh…” The raven-haired man let out a breathy chuckle. “You ever watch those movies about kids who leave home and go to L.A. to be musicians or whatever?” He cast his eyes to the ceiling as he put his hand in his pocket. “Well…This is my California.”
Chapter(s): 1/1
Author: draculin
Genre: Slight romance, Nothing drastic
Warnings: Alcohol, Mentions of smut
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s)/Characters: UruhaxAoi
Summary: The streets are made of silver...like a rabbit on the run
Comments: I'M NOT DEAD YET! This is just a little something I cooked up to help me get past my intense infection of writer's block...which I'm still at war with. This was SUPPOSED to be a drabble...mega fail there. orz But enjoy! It was heavily influenced by the song "Gone to California" by P!nk. Not surprising that my title is not very creative...at all. And damn...when LJ is bitching...it's really bitching~!
Disclaimer: Oh you know they have my name tattooed on each one of their asses...not.
He took a seat at the bar, still looking over his shoulder. The young man felt so out of place, but no one forced him to come here.
“Can I get you a drink, sweetheart?”
So skittish was the newcomer. Wait, did the bartender just seriously call him “sweetheart?” He brought his eyes up from the countertop to look at his server. Time slowed with the music of the smooth jazz coming from the jukebox. Locks of hair in the richest shade of espresso and most mussed of styles, darkest brown irises so full of soul, and a smile that could warm the coldest void, he was indeed beautiful.
The patron plunged back into reality. “A beer, please. The cheapest you have.
A sound of sympathy and light humor escaped his throat, “Hoo. Damn, either your date stole your wallet before she left, while you were still asleep, or this is just not your night.” He set a chilled bottle of beer and a shot glass on the bar.
“You have no idea…” He ran his hand through his black hair and let out a light chuckle. For the thirteenth time in the past twenty-four hours, he questioned his sanity.
“So tell me, stranger,” The bartender asked as he filled the shot glass with tequila, “what brings you here?” He slid it toward his customer, along with the beer
The raven-haired man looked from the server, to the drinks, then back to the server again; damn that smile of his. “I only asked for the beer.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty head over it. This one’s on the house. I know when a guy needs a shot to get by, and honey, by the look on your face, it is crystal clear.” He pushed the little glass closer. “Go on. Take it straight up. You’ll feel better.”
And that’s just what he did; in one fell swoop, the young man swiped the shot of tequila from the countertop and knocked it back. It was one of the more unpleasant liquors he consumed, but he welcomed the instant heat that spread throughout his body. He could hear the server laughing - at him. “What’s so funny?”
“Your face. I take it that you don’t tequila, but trust me. I know it’s better than that thing you ordered.” When a questioning look was thrown his way, the bartender had to back himself. “Hey, I work here. I have to know what cheap shit tastes like. Yet, we still sell it!"
The young man shrugged and took his beer. “Because some guys like me still drink it. We can’t all be top-shelf VIPs like you.”
Another hearty laugh spilled from the friendly server’s lips. He poured another shot into the glass. “I’ll drink to that!” His customer tried to object, to which the bartender assured, “Chill. This one’s for me. Working in this place, you can’t always be so stiff and sober.” He took the drink with ease in a more graceful motion than the man before him. Never mind that glass was shared.
“Well, while we’re here, how about you tell me your name, sweetheart?”
Just about to put the beer bottle to his lips, the black-haired patron withdrew the motion. “If it gets you to stop calling me names, I’m Aoi.”
With a flirty wink, the bartender responded. “I’m Uruha.” He took a second to scan the room. If there was even a hint of activity amongst the tables, he’d sweetly excuse himself, but the night was almost at its peak; no one would be coming in now. Maybe this Aoi character would give him some entertainment.
Uruha leaned on the countertop to be at eye-level with his customer. The young man with the raven hair seemed to hold some aura of mystery himself. There was something under that nervous exterior. Not that Uruha wanted him to crack. “Hey, I think you can relax now. Do you need another shot?”
Aoi scoffed as he propped his lower jaw on his fist - his head at a slight tilt and eyebrow faintly raised. He looked into Uruha’s alluring eyes. “Are all city folk big drinkers?”
The dark brunette across the bar just kept his smile. “You look like you could hold your own, Aoi. I wouldn’t be so worried about the rest of the kind that walks through this door.” Regardless of whether Aoi asked for another dose of Tequila or not, Uruha filled the petite glass once more.
Aoi took a swig of his beer. God, it was awful; he never knew what piss and dirty dish water tasted like until he drank that. It took every ounce of strength and willpower he had to swallow without his gag reflex going into high gear, and even more self-control to make sure his face looked as calm as could be. Too bad he failed at the very last second.
Uruha couldn’t help but to sigh. “Let’s get you started on a running tab, hm? So you can stop drinking that shit and making those ridiculous faces. I wouldn’t like you so much anymore if it just froze like that. Taking you to bed would be that much harder.”
The patron finally laughed. He was catching on to Uruha’s rather interesting sense of humor. “Who said anything about sleeping with you, sweetheart?” A quick learner he surely was. Aoi could feel the ghosting effect of what little alcohol he drank. He knew his body would start to relax, but his mind was still sharp. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if that loosened up, too.
“Ooh! Is that a challenge?”
“Is there an offer on the table?” Aoi took the shot glass and drank its contents without hesitation. He put the glass back on the bar with a bit of force. Uruha determined he meant business. “Well?”
The bartender gave him an impressed look. “Game on.”
For the first time in a long while, Aoi felt like he won. He stood up from the bar stool and adjusted his jacket. “Your place nearby?”
Uruha commented as he completed a hasty clean-up. “Just a couple blocks over? Why? Yours still a rampant mess from your last flame?” There was no response from Aoi; he didn’t push it, figuring he’d get the story in the morning. He flicked off light switches and closed cabinet doors as he made his way to Aoi at the end of the bar. “Ready?”
“You need to ask?” The brunette could tell his companion’s true colors were starting to shine.
“Actually, I do need to ask you something.”
“If you want to know, I’m clean.”
“Well that’s good to know, but…you never answered my question earlier.”
Aoi gave him a puzzled look before pulling the door open.
“What brings you here?”
“Oh…” The raven-haired man let out a breathy chuckle. “You ever watch those movies about kids who leave home and go to L.A. to be musicians or whatever?” He cast his eyes to the ceiling as he put his hand in his pocket. “Well…This is my California.”