LDWS Round 1, Week 2 Voting
This week the prompt was "Last Call" and the drabbles had to be between 375-400 words.
1. Author: subseekerff
Title: The Fall
Pairing: Ambreigns
Rating: T
Warnings: mild slash, mentions of blood
Word count: 400
Sad blue eyes, holding his gaze. Pain was written in them, too, and a crimson reminder of a fall that could have ended so much worse was trickling from the blond hair in a thin line.
As he'd watched Dean crash into that ladder, curling up and holding his head... and so unlike Dean, not trying to get back to his feet... Roman knew that he'd been silent but the screams of his own heart and his mind still echoed in his ears.
Thankfully it hadn't been a close call... but a last call in a way…
Do something. Stop dancing around your feelings.
They both needed to stop denying. He knew that Dean was feeling the same...
Absentmindedly he took a tissue that was lying on the treatment bench to wipe the blood away, flinching as if he'd been struck as his fingers touched it. Seeing Dean like this, hurt and disappointed, it caused him pain because... he loved him...
With a shuddering sigh he sunk to the ground, kneeling between Dean's legs. There was no hesitation in Dean's embrace as Roman leaned forward, burying his face against his chest, his arms circling the lean waist in a hold so needy for reassurance yet full of loving gentleness.
A soothing hum rained down on him. Fingers dove into his hair, cradling his head against a chest in which a heart was beating steadily and strong.
I am here... I am okay... it whispered.
I've been hurt worse, silly, he heard Dean murmur.
True. Still this had been a call and the time of pretending not to see and feel what was there was over. Too many moments were lost already.
His heart stumbled and tripped. Pick me up and hold me close to yours, it cried. Hear me, it begged. A sparkling bright something was lying in those baby blues as he gazed up.
I love you, he breathed, feeling oddly lightheaded as he did.
No word was the answer but a smile and soft lips claiming his mouth in a kiss so chaste and innocent yet so pristine and full of honey-sweet promises that the world stopped turning. And while warmth spread in his chest and a tingling flooded his body, he thought that maybe there would be no gold around his waist tonight... but that he finally held the gold his heart longed for in his arms…
~~~
2. Author: simplydaydreaming
Title: Call Me Sometime
Pairing(s): Roman/Paige
Rating: PG
Warnings: Language
Word count: 400
It was only when Paige took her attention away from the blender that she realized who Roman was.
It was the last call and the bachelorette party was having its last performance. Loud screams and wolf whistling rang in her ears as she was preparing a piña colada. The women were chanting the dancer’s name like crazy. Normally, whenever there was a strip dance on the countertop, she would take no mind to the dancer unless they accidentally kicked a glass or fall off during the dance routine.
But tonight was different.
This Samoan man captured her attention. He was dressed as a cowboy, gyrating his hips to the music. He shrugged his vest off to reveal his glorious six-pack and began whipping the vest over his head.
He certainly had a fine ass too, Paige thought. Then she shook her head to rid of the trance.
“What the hell? Focus, Paige!” She mumbled, turning around to shut the blender off.
Paige poured the creamy liquid into a glass and garnished it with a cherry, a pineapple wedge and a straw. Just as she served the drink to the customer, she felt something landed on her head, baring her vision for just a second. Her hands reached over her head to pull it off. It was the cowboy hat.
“Sorry about that, Miss!”
Paige was about to respond when her face suddenly felt hot upon seeing the man crouching to her height.
“It’s f-fine!” Paige stammered, offering his hat back.
“Thanks. Is it too late to get a beer? I’ll be done soon.”
“Not at all. I’m closing in twenty minutes.”
“Great.” Roman smiled and put his hat back on.
The party finally ended and Paige was preparing to leave. She was wiping the countertop when she heard a raspy voice.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten you.”
“Sorry?” Paige stopped to look up and blushed instantly.
Roman was still here, cladded in a black tank top and jeans; a backpack draping over his shoulder.
Roman smirked, sliding a fifty dollar note across the counter. “Tip for the beer.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
“Actually,” Roman began, leaning his body forward and smiled. “I was hoping you would thank me when I take you out to dinner sometime.”
Paige giggled. “Really? Well then.” She fished out her phone from her pocket and held it out to him. “I think we can work something out.”
~~~
3. Author: eric-idle-rules
Title: Two Outta Three Ain’t Bad
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Ambrollins
Rating: M
Warnings: Language
Word count: 400
It’s nearly 3AM when the bartender announces last call. Dean finishes up his whiskey and asks the bartender for his tab. He’s reaching for his wallet when the bartender says, “It’s already paid for.”
“Wha’?” Dean asks, hand paused in midair.
“That guy already took care of it,” she tells him, pointing over to a guy sitting at the opposite end of the bar. He’s got long hair, pulled back into a bun, part of his hair bleached blonde.
“He couldn’t just buy me a drink like a normal person?” Dean asks.
She gives him a shrug, then moves on to take care of other patrons.
Dean gets up, then plops himself in the chair next to the man who paid his tab. “Is this your thing? Go to a different bar every night, find some tatty lookin’ dude and pay off their bar tab? So, what? So you can fuck ‘em? Blackmail ‘em? Murder ‘em?”
“What?!”
“Just the kind of thing a murderer would say,” Dean mutters.
“No. I just…” he trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Anything I say from here on out is gonna make me sound like a murderer to you, isn’t it?”
Dean grins. “I’m just fuckin’ with ya. I’m Dean.”
“Seth.”
“I am curious, though. You do this often?”
“No, I just… I felt like doing something nice.”
“So instead of coming over and asking me what I’m drinkin’ and buying me another, you just sit on the other side of the room and silently pay off my tab? That’s a new approach.”
“Alrighty, boys, you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here,” the bartender interrupts. She’s got a rag in hand, ready to clean up.
Seth takes the final sip of his drink and stands up, leaving a nice tip on the table. They head out of the bar together, the cool night air a refreshing change. “So… I don’t think there’s anywhere else to go.”
Dean checks his watch, sees it’s past 3AM. “Nope,” he agrees. “But you must have a plan since you paid off my tab.”
“I might have been hoping for one of the options you listed,” Seth confesses.
“As long as it’s not blackmail or murder.”
Seth smiles, hailing down a cab. “Coming with?” he asks, holding the door open. It takes only seconds for Dean to slide into the backseat alongside Seth.
~~~
4. Author: PrincessofPunk8
Title: What you want is not always what you need
Pairing: Centon
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of drug use
Word count: 400
John stared down into the one beer he’d allowed himself all night, nursing it carefully, not wanting to get drunk and make the same mistake that had landed him with his abusive ex. His ex-boyfriend had gotten him started on drugs, and it hadn’t taken long before John had clung to them as a way to escape the abuse and his unhappy life.
6 months ago, he’d finally gotten sober, finally gotten rid of the bastard, and he was ready to start being a part of the world again. He wasn’t ready for a relationship yet, but since no-one here knew his face or his story, he felt comfortable sitting at a corner table at the small, dingy bar down the road from his apartment and just reconnecting with a world that he’d been out of touch with for far too long.
“Hi there.” A soft voice broke him out of his thoughts. John looked up to see a tall man standing in front of him. His hair was cut short, and his shirt hugged every inch of his pectoral muscles. John could see the tips of his tattoo peek out from the collar of his shirt, and his arms were covered with tattooed sleeves from his wrists, right up to where they disappeared inside the sleeves of the tan shirt.
“Hi,” John replied, letting the corner of his mouth twitch up in a half-assed attempt to seem friendly.
“May I?” the stranger asked, sitting down across the table when John motioned to it. “I’m Randy by the way.”
“John,” he replied, taking Randy’s offered hand to shake firmly. “What made you come over here Randy?”
“You looked lonely over here by yourself,” Randy informed him. “So I thought I’d keep you company.”
“Sorry, I just got out of a bad relationship. Not interested in another one,” John told him.
“You still look like you could use a friend,” Randy suggested.
“Last call!” the bartender called from across the bar.
“What do you say, want another beer?” Randy asked. John glanced at his watch, noting the hands signalling it was almost 1 in the morning.
“Not particularly,” John said. He made an impulsive decision. “I wouldn’t be adverse to a late dinner, early breakfast though.” Randy grinned and stood, motioning to the door.
Well, John thought. I might not have been looking for anything, but maybe I’ve found something good.
~~~
5. Author: samoansexgodreigns
Title: Don’t Be That Guy
Pairing: Baron Corbin/Alexa Bliss (Corbliss)
Rating: T
Warnings: Language, sexual harassment, slight violence, drinking
Word Count: 399
There was always that one guy at the bar, the one that drank too much and got loud, obnoxious and handsy. Alexa hated dealing with those guys and tonight it was a stout man with a beard and glasses named Bill. Bill had been drinking double whiskey shots for the past hour and his behavior degraded with each order. Finally the bartender hollered last call and Alexa brought Bill his last double shot of the night.
Placing the glass on a napkin in front of him Alexa said in her most chipper waitress voice "Double whiskey shot. Enjoy."
She'd hardly got the sentence out Bill had downed the shot and slammed the glass onto the table.
"Another sweet cheeks.” He said, giving her ass a smack.
"Last call so you've just been had your last drink of the night. Now I suggest you call a cab and go home." Alexa said sternly, blue blonde hair flipping behind her as she turned to leave.
Before Alexa could take two steps Bill reached out with his large arms and pulled Alexa down onto his lap. The smell of cheap whiskey and even cheaper cologne assaulted Alexa's nose.
"Baby don't be that way. I can show you a good time." As he said this hand found her thigh and began to travel up until it reached them hem of her gauzy skirt.
Alexa smacked her hand down onto Bill's halting its progression and grabbing one of Bill's meaty fingers and yanked it backwards as hard as she could, hopping off his lap turning around.
Bill screamed in pain "What the fuck, you broke my finger you little bitch!" He reached to strike Alexa but before he could connect a man stepped between them and caught Bill's hand.
He spoke in a low, threatening tone "Put your hands on this woman again and it will be more than your finger that's broken. Now get outta here." He shoved Bill backwards putting him on his ass.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for the help. I appreciate it. How can I thank you Mr?"
"Call me Baron."
Alexa smiled brightly. "Ok Baron. How can I thank you?"
Baron thought about it and answered "There's a Waffle House down the street, I could really go for some hashbrowns."
Alexa seemed to smile even brighter than before. "Alright let me grab my purse."
~~~
7. Author: mylunaticfringe
Title: One last call
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word count: 395
"Put the phone down."
Seth jerked when he heard Roman's deep voice from the doorway and that voice had a dangerous undertone in it.
"Just one last call." Seth whined and pointed to the muted TV screen that promised the perfect ass with the featured skinny jeans on some late night shopping channel.
Seth was obsessed with shopping channels. He ordered everything. From knives, to pans, to zip lock bags and even a garden hose.
"Seth you already have three pairs of that jeans." Roman ran a hand through his long hair, regretting the fact that he took Dean's offer for a drink at the hotel bar. They shouldn't have left Seth alone. But Dean could be quite persuasive and so they had stayed till last call at 1 am. Roman didn't even want to think about what else Seth had already ordered.
Seth pouted. "Not a navy one."
The door hit Roman in the back before he could reply to that outrages comment and Dean strolled in.
"Oh no." both Seth and Dean said. Seth in a panicked voice, Dean in an angry manner.
And before the two toned man could react Dean launched himself on the bed and tried to wrestle the phone out of Seth’ hand.
"Hello? Do you want to place an order?" a female voice came through the phone.
"Yes."
"No."
Dean grabbed the phone and tossed it at Roman while he straddled the younger man.
"That was you last call or else..." Dean warned him.
Seth sneered and bucked his hips making Dean moan. Roman quickly tossed the phone on the table and joined both men on the bed.
"No more calls to shopping channels or I let Dean have his way with you tonight." Roman warned Seth and the brown eyes sparkled while his center pressed harder against Dean’s core.
"Nope." Seth quickly said and Dean's eyes darkened while Roman gave him the go ahead nod.
"Get those toys he ordered last time. They are the only thing remotely useful." Dean ordered Roman and the Samoan happily obliged while Dean quieted all of Seth protest with a hard kiss.
Only after long seconds Dean let go of Seth mouth and the Architect replied cockily: "There are more on sale if you just let me make one last..." "NO!" two voices boomed and Seth only reply was another moan...
~~~
8. Author: smilingambrose
Title: too late
Pairing(s)/Character(s) (optional): Ambreigns
Rating: K+
Warnings: implied cheating
Word count: 400
Whipped vodka was the devil. Not only was it sweet as all hell but the feeling didn't really hit you until the last moment then boom. Drunk.
"Hey Ambrose, it's last call." The bartender told him as he began wiping down the countertop with a dingy white rag. Dean looked into the bottom of his glass, the last remnants of sweet vodka were gone and there was nothing left but bad memories.
Why did he do that? To the man he loved no less, the guy who's been there for him and supported his career since he was 16. Why did he end up hurting the one guy who loved him the most?
"Got everything you need?" The bartender was always worried about him, he was a big burly guy, blonde hair, blue eyes and honestly the most captain america-esque guy Dean had ever met. John was such a good guy though, it was hard to hate him. Even though Dean was pretty sure he was a robot from the future only there to gain information on humans of the past.
At least that's how he sounded.
"I don't have him anymore, but yeah i got everything." Dean slurred as he looked for his keys to his apartment. Hopefully he wasn't home, so he could get some sleep tonight in the bed instead of the hard couch.
"Who is him? I thought you were with that blonde woman all the papers talk about? No?"
"Aint it funny, that anything you read, can be looked at as truth?" Dean gave off a stupid laugh then saluted his friendly bartender as he hobbled out onto the street towards his home.
"Dean." He heard a voice say as he woke up. Dean looked up from the hard couch and noticed him. Roman. His guy, his fiance. The man he had lost to fame.
"Sorry i was drunk last night."
"I know. I saw you come in," Roman sighed, he had a suitcase in his hand that didn't go unnoticed by Dean.
"That's everything i guess?" Dean didn't know what else to say, he had already lost him. There wasn't any turning back now.
"Yeah." Roman said, gripping the suitcase tightly. He leaned down and gave Dean a soft peck on the lips.
"I'm sorry." Dean said quietly.
"I'm sorry too."
~~~
9. Author: JacktheSinisterJaketheJust
Title: Your Last Call
Rating: M
Warnings: Death, Depression, Suicide
Word Count: 398
Twisting. Turning. Lights blurred together in beautifully messy lines in blue eyes. The music thumped through his body, his heart pounding to the beat of the heavy bass. He couldn’t feel anything, everything inside him fuzzy with numbness. He liked it, enjoying the faceless people around him.
Laughter.
Drinks.
Balls breaking on a close-by pool table.
Alcohol fueled him to keep dancing. He couldn’t, wouldn’t stop, not until he’d drowned his memories away, all memories of his lover, the one he’d lost. He downed the rest of his drink.
Another.
One more.
Two words rang out from the bar, a sigh escaping his lips.
Last Call!
He swayed up to the bar, waiting patiently, sharing smiles, flirtatious looks, little brushes of hands. His heart turned in his chest, rebuking all of it. It wasn’t his lover, the man he’d fallen for, the one that meant more to him than life itself.
He felt a sigh echo through his insides, finally getting his final shot and downing it right there. He set the shot glass down and started walking towards the door, knowing they would close soon.
The cold air hit him hard, stealing his breath. His chest hurt as he stumbled down the empty sidewalk, his head hung. He had a long walk home and all he could think about was him.
He’d do anything to run his hands through that raven hair again, kiss those lips, just hear his voice. He’d give up everything to do it again. He dug in his pocket for his phone.
It had been months but his feelings hadn’t changed. He scrolled through his contacts, making his way up the overpass, a single car driving past him.
He looked down at the moderate traffic on the interstate as he pressed call and listened. He knew he wouldn’t answer. Once the voicemail picked up, he felt the first burning tear start down his cheek. This was the only way he heard that deep voice now. “Hey Wade, it’s Brad. I wanted to say I’m sorry,” he breathed, climbing over the guardrail. “I love you.”
He hung up, sticking his phone back in his pocket, looking down at the traffic. Now he smiled, leaning forward. The wind rushed past him, through his hair, a smile still on his lips. He was glad that Wade was his last call. Now they could be together again.
~~~
10. Author: deanmoxbrose
Title: Closing Time
Pairing: Enzo Amore / Colin Cassady
Rating: PG13
Warnings: none
Word Count: 399
When Cass finished taking his shower, he could still hear Enzo talking to himself. After pulling on a pair of basketball shorts, he opened the door and leaned a shoulder against the frame, amused as he listened to the drunken ramblings. Enzo was stretched out in the middle of the bed, an arm thrown over his eyes, and he’d shucked almost all of his clothes when they’d returned to their room.
There was a pattern to his words, Cass noticed. After every few sentences, Enzo would say, “Last call,” like it was some kind of warning. At first, Cass thought he was attempting to sing one of his rap songs, but then, very clearly, Enzo said, “Cass, man, last call, damn.”
“Why d’ya keep sayin’ that?” Cass pushed off of the door frame and drew nearer. “Forget we’re back at the hotel? We left the bar like twenty minutes ago, bro.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No…. Didn’t forget.”
With his hands on his hips, Cass waited for Enzo to clarify just what the fresh hell he was talking about. He opened his mouth to ask, but then Enzo’s arm was swinging away from his face, stretching out as he reached for Cass, and his fingers hooked into the nylon of Cass’ shorts.
“Last call,” Enzo said, flashing a lazy grin. “Which means: I’m about two seconds away from passing out, Cass - closin’ time is a-comin’. And if ya want to get any outta me, hurry up and get it now, how you doin’?”
“Get what now?” Cass asked, playfully obtuse.
“C’mere,” was all Enzo said as he pulled on Cass’ shorts again.
Smirking, Cass climbed into bed with Enzo, nudging him aside so that he had more room for himself. Enzo wrapped around him like a koala on a tree, and he almost immediately buried his face in Cass’ neck. His kisses against Cass’ throat and collarbone were lethargic and wet, and one of his hands was resting on Cass’ jaw as though to hold him in place.
Cass was lulled by both what he’d had to drink earlier, and the hypnotizing sensation of lips and tongue against his skin. He sighed, contented, but murmured, “You’re too drunk for this, Zo. I feel like I should take a raincheck.”
And when he realized that Enzo had fallen asleep like this, his mouth still against Cass’ neck, Cass could only laugh.
~~~
11. Author: gatesvengeance-x
Title: Wasted
Rating: M
Warnings: Sexual references, swearing
Word count: 397
Dean's head was spinning. He'd had way too many drinks tonight, the intoxication overwhelming him. And so was the throbbing lust in his pants caused solely by the pretty brunette that was grinding up against him. His hands planted firmly on slender hips while he was grinding up against the firm ass in the short dress.
He leaned forward and inhaled the flowery scent from the neck of his latest catch. Through the dimly lit club lights, she looked like one of those girls that he'd never be able to get. She was his idea of perfect.
He heard the music in the club slowing down but he didn't pay attention. The last call for closing and last drinks was already fifteen minutes ago but he didn't care. All he could focus on was his throbbing cock and her delirious scent.
And then the lights came on.
The packed club dispersed off the sticky dance floor and it left only him and his prized girl. They separated briefly and she turned around.
She was a man. A pretty man. But a man nonetheless. He didn't know how he hadn't spotted it earlier with her slightly broader shoulders and her sharper chin. Although he supposed he was so damn drunk he couldn't have noticed if he tried.
Dean's eyes widened. "Y-you're a man?!"
"I am." He answered. "My name's Seth."
Dean didn't say a single word.
"Look. Is this gonna be a problem?" Seth groaned. "I'll stay in makeup if that makes you feel less gay."
Dean's blue orbs locked with Seth's brown eyes. They definitely had a spark despite the fact that he wasn't into men. At least he didn't think he was.
His eyes dropped to look at Seth's lips. He small lips that were lacquered on with some pink, sparkly lip gloss. He wanted to kiss them. He still felt attracted to the other man.
He closed the gap and leaned forward, smashing their lips together. His eyes fell shut while his arms wrapped around Seth's frame, pulling their bodies close together. Seth's lips parted for him and he thrust his tongue inside the wet mouth. He pushed his body in closer, desperate for more. Their kiss ended all too soon and he pulled back, eyes opening, chest heaving.
“You'd better be the best fuck I've ever had.”
Seth merely winked. “Let's find out.”
~~~
The following drabble is ineligible for voting, and the author will be eliminated, as the drabble doesn't fit the required word count. I'm so sorry to see you go, but I still enjoyed your drabble and think everyone else will, too. I'm so sorry it happened like this. You're eliminated far too soon, codename-ambrollins. Far too soon!
6. Author: codename-ambrollins
Title: Stolen Moments
Pairing/Character: Roman centric, minor Ambrollins
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Last call, and he's somehow managed to lose his brothers. Roman makes his way through the crush of bodies around the bar, head and shoulders above most of them, craning around and trying to spot Seth and Dean through the fog-machine smoke and swirling laser lights.
They had to be here somewhere, they never just left without finding him first to give him a heads up. Roman drained his beer, setting the empty down on a table without paying much attention, wondering just when, exactly, nightclubs became so loud.
He eased himself past a group of frat boys playing pool and left the bar, figuring that Dean probably went out for a smoke, and Seth probably went with him. Either that, or they were in the bathroom, and, since it was Roman's job to demand that someone escort him to go pee, and Dean never let him forget it, he thought that was unlikely.
In Roman's defence, he was just scared he was going to lose his friends. Who cared if that only happened once, in uni, and he'd never had to take the train home surrounded by tiny Asian sorority girls, and a white guy that looked like Gandalf since?
Roman abided by the "fool me once" mantra.
Ah, and there they were- he could see Seth's two-toned hair in the orange parking lot lights. Outside, in the cool summer air, the thump-thump of the music spilling out of the club, over the patio. And they were dancing, Dean's face tucked into Seth's neck, his hands on his waist, Seth's arms around Dean.
Roman's mouth curled into a half-smile and he slowed up, letting them have their moment together. He knew it was hard, sometimes, for Seth especially, to keep their relationship hidden away. They deserved a stolen moment or two.
~~~
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