This post is only for new and continuing fics from part 2 (because it's getting full)! Please do not post new requests here.ATTN all authors moving fics to this part
( Read more... )
Filled to the Brim Again 127/?
anonymous
October 21 2010, 17:49:25 UTC
“Well, what do you want,” Shizuo asked gruffly, still not as forgiving. Even though there wasn’t anything to ‘forgive.’ It wasn’t as if they had any relationship to begin with. But something still stabbed at Shizuo’s heart to see Izaya be so nonchalant.
‘Was it that easy to forget we just had a fight?’ Shizuo half wondered.
‘No, he’s avoiding it on purpose. Why?’ Shizuo scowled. But as usual, he could not figure out Izaya’s intentions at all.
Izaya just smiled back innocently, still leaning on his hand. “You can concoct me anything you want Shizu-chan. I’m curious of your skills. Just as long as it’s not poisonous.”
Shizuo scuffed and checked the fridge to see what exactly had Izaya bought.
There were several sweet mixers, mango, strawberry flavors which were Shizuo’s favorite, and one that stood out differently from the others. A few cans of bitter coffee.
Shizuo almost snorted when he realized Izaya’s intentions. There were exactly enough ingredients for Black Russian.
“Alright, you said anything,” Shizuo took out the strawberry mixer along with a fresh lime and vodka. Izaya frowned slightly as Shizuo quickly mixed up a strawberry daiquiri.
With a sharp tap on the table, the ex-bartender placed the drink in front of Izaya.
“Here.”
Izaya looked at the alcohol drink as if it was a snake as he curled up in his chair, cringing away from it.
Then he looked up at Shizuo with a look that said, ‘did you have to play mean?’
Shizuo chuckled. “Like I said, you should ask what you want. That happens to be my favorite.”
Izaya hugged his knees and muttered something low in his breath. Then he reached forward to take the alcohol offered to him.
Shizuo quickly grabbed the cup and took it away from Izaya’s reach. The informant looked up at him quizzically.
“I’m not letting you drink something with a frown.” Shizuo said in a business-like manner. Izaya giggled at his attitude.
“My, aren’t you getting all professional here. Is your pride on the line as someone who used to be a bartender?”
Just those lines alone made Shizuo’s eyebrow twitch. Maybe he did still have a small pride as a bartender, he certainly didn’t like the idea of giving Izaya a drink he doesn’t like.
Shizuo will make sure he likes the drink.
But not on his terms.
The blond placed the glass next to his seat, away from Izaya. Then he went back to the fridge to check on all the ingredients.
‘Good, he did get enough. Now then… I wonder how rusty my skills are,’ Shizuo thought to himself as he took out the whisky and lemon. He started boiling two pots, one with water and the other with whisky as he peeled the lemon.
Izaya just watched curious, wondering what the hot water was for.
Shizuo took out two identical mugs, pouring the boiling water in one, and the hot whisky in the other.
He took out his lighter from his pocket and lit the mug with the whisky on fire.
Shizuo took both mugs with a smirk. Holding the mugs a meter apart from each other, he started to pour the content into the other mug; a long blue flame trailing along.
Izaya watched in amazement and awe as the drink, while ablaze, travelled from one mug to the other in one mix, two mix, and then…
On the third mix, the blue flames disappeared. Shizuo slightly chuckled at his slight mistake, though Izaya still watched with awe. The bartender finished his mix with 5 waterfall of alcohol without spilling. Then with a final tap, Shizuo places the empty mug on top of the alcoholic beverage.
“Originally, you’re suppose to extinguish the fire this way,” Shizuo said calmly as he took back the empty mug and slid the drink to Izaya. “but looks like I am slightly rusty.”
Izaya stared at his new drink now as if it was necter from the gods.
“What’s… this drink called?” Izaya cautiously asked.
“Blue blazer,” Shizuo smirked as he sat down, watching his ex-schoolmate with a smug smile, slightly happy with his results despite his mistake. It was worth it to see Izaya stunned at his performance.
‘Was it that easy to forget we just had a fight?’ Shizuo half wondered.
‘No, he’s avoiding it on purpose. Why?’ Shizuo scowled. But as usual, he could not figure out Izaya’s intentions at all.
Izaya just smiled back innocently, still leaning on his hand. “You can concoct me anything you want Shizu-chan. I’m curious of your skills. Just as long as it’s not poisonous.”
Shizuo scuffed and checked the fridge to see what exactly had Izaya bought.
There were several sweet mixers, mango, strawberry flavors which were Shizuo’s favorite, and one that stood out differently from the others. A few cans of bitter coffee.
Shizuo almost snorted when he realized Izaya’s intentions. There were exactly enough ingredients for Black Russian.
“Alright, you said anything,” Shizuo took out the strawberry mixer along with a fresh lime and vodka. Izaya frowned slightly as Shizuo quickly mixed up a strawberry daiquiri.
With a sharp tap on the table, the ex-bartender placed the drink in front of Izaya.
“Here.”
Izaya looked at the alcohol drink as if it was a snake as he curled up in his chair, cringing away from it.
Then he looked up at Shizuo with a look that said, ‘did you have to play mean?’
Shizuo chuckled. “Like I said, you should ask what you want. That happens to be my favorite.”
Izaya hugged his knees and muttered something low in his breath. Then he reached forward to take the alcohol offered to him.
Shizuo quickly grabbed the cup and took it away from Izaya’s reach. The informant looked up at him quizzically.
“I’m not letting you drink something with a frown.” Shizuo said in a business-like manner. Izaya giggled at his attitude.
“My, aren’t you getting all professional here. Is your pride on the line as someone who used to be a bartender?”
Just those lines alone made Shizuo’s eyebrow twitch. Maybe he did still have a small pride as a bartender, he certainly didn’t like the idea of giving Izaya a drink he doesn’t like.
Shizuo will make sure he likes the drink.
But not on his terms.
The blond placed the glass next to his seat, away from Izaya. Then he went back to the fridge to check on all the ingredients.
‘Good, he did get enough. Now then… I wonder how rusty my skills are,’ Shizuo thought to himself as he took out the whisky and lemon. He started boiling two pots, one with water and the other with whisky as he peeled the lemon.
Izaya just watched curious, wondering what the hot water was for.
Shizuo took out two identical mugs, pouring the boiling water in one, and the hot whisky in the other.
He took out his lighter from his pocket and lit the mug with the whisky on fire.
Shizuo took both mugs with a smirk. Holding the mugs a meter apart from each other, he started to pour the content into the other mug; a long blue flame trailing along.
Izaya watched in amazement and awe as the drink, while ablaze, travelled from one mug to the other in one mix, two mix, and then…
On the third mix, the blue flames disappeared. Shizuo slightly chuckled at his slight mistake, though Izaya still watched with awe. The bartender finished his mix with 5 waterfall of alcohol without spilling. Then with a final tap, Shizuo places the empty mug on top of the alcoholic beverage.
“Originally, you’re suppose to extinguish the fire this way,” Shizuo said calmly as he took back the empty mug and slid the drink to Izaya. “but looks like I am slightly rusty.”
Izaya stared at his new drink now as if it was necter from the gods.
“What’s… this drink called?” Izaya cautiously asked.
“Blue blazer,” Shizuo smirked as he sat down, watching his ex-schoolmate with a smug smile, slightly happy with his results despite his mistake. It was worth it to see Izaya stunned at his performance.
Reply
I love how many different feelings there are in this fic.
Reply
Leave a comment