Drabble - "Meat"
I was eating fish earlier while pouring over the thumbnails for my comic. I thought that Hartley seemed like the kind of guy who would like fish, and the convo in my head went something like this:
"You're eating fish? Be a man and eat a steak or something! Some real meat!"
"I eat plenty of meat-damn..."
-insert laughter and disgruntled Piper-
I threw that idea into a fanfic. XD
Title: Meat
Rating: G
Pairing: None
It was rare for the seven men to be in the same room together, let alone eating dinner. Granted, it was a spacious living room, but the fact still stood. The Rogues were scattered about the large area. Mark Mardon, better known as the Weather Wizard, held a book in one hand and a fork in the other as he munched away while reading a tattered copy of "The Innocents Abroad". His infant son cooed fondly beside him, as Mardon would read some passages aloud between bites. The shouting at the other end of the room was all but ignored by the father and son.
The Man Who Conquered Absolute Zero, Leonard Snart. Known to the public as the infamous Captain Cold. The Combines were ahead in the final period, and between his shouts and Mick Rory's grumbling, the whole room knew about it. Heatwave didn't care for hockey. It was icy, rigid, lifeless. And cold. He had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and was into a bowl of piping hot soup. The air conditioner was simply too low for his tastes.
At the center of the room sat George Harkness, James Jesse, and Evan McCulloch. Captain Boomerang, known to his friends and cohorts as Digger, took another swig of beer before continuing the tale of his most recent escape from Iron Heights. Apparently it was exciting enough to keep the Trickster's attention, as his food was at a far enough corner of his mind for him to be resting his elbow in his mashed potatoes. The Scottish Mirror Master took a drink of his own ale before offering a toothy grin in response to a description of one guard's unfortunate mishap with a stray mop.
Off in the corner of the room, in the company of a rat or two, sat the Pied Piper, Hartley Rathaway. He wasn't too terribly fond of the human company in the room, but the rodents made up for social interaction. He picked at a piece of fish that had already started to go cold. Some of the rats sniffed at the plate, and a few even took off with various scraps. He sighed with a smile and scratched under the chin of a particularly shy one, and handed it a little piece of the fish.
"Hey, Piper, get over here! One of the Heights guards actually took after Digger with a trumpet!"
James was standing with a wide grin on his face, which quickly turned to annoyance as he noticed the mess on his sleeve. Hartley looked over at the group, passing over Evan with a glare. He preferred the company of real rats rather than figurative ones. His gaze turned up as James approached him.
"What are you doing over here? The rats are gonna eat all of your food!" He put on his most sarcastically dramatic face and clasped his hands together in a distraught stance. "You'll loose your dinner to the rats, you'll waste away into nothing!" His head was tilted upwards, but a grin crept over his features and he winked at the lonely Piper who responded with an indifferent huff. The blond sighed and leaned down closer to him. "Come on. Quit being so broody and anti-social."
"I'm not. I just prefer my food not be tainted by poor company." His gaze flew over McCulloch for a moment before turning back to Trickster. James sent his own glance over there, and Mirror Master was suddenly wondering if he could stand a little paranoia. The acrobat turned back to the musician and grinned.
"Come on, Hart. Worse comes to worse, you can always kill each other. You never did settle back at the diner. I've got money riding on this!" His grin was little reassurance, but Hartley picked himself up with a sigh despite it. The blonde's grin widened and he threw an arm around his friend. "So this guard, right..."
As the two walked over to the table, Evan and Digger had finished another bout of laughter, most likely at the others' expense. Trickster plopped down into his previous seat and grinned as Piper took the seat between him and Digger. The Australian glanced over at him.
"What were you eating over there? Looked like even most of your rodents wouldn't touch it." Hartley's face was calm, but inside he was a bit put off. Well, at least they weren't teasing him about his preferences.
"It was cod. I don't think it cooked too well. Or it was a bad cut."
"Fish? Bah. You need some meat on your bones!" Digger flexed his biceps to demonstrate. A realization hit him and he looked at Hartley with an inquisitive expression. "Or are you one of those vegetarians? Usually...you know..you guys are..." Okay, that was back to the usual banter about his sexuality. Couldn't they have stuck to the fish?
"I'm not a vegetarian. I don't usually eat much fish, and I eat a fair amount of meat during the-oh god, why do I hang out with you guys?" His 'meat' comment had brought about a round of laughter from the other men, James especially. The whole room was in outburst between the men's laughter, the cheers brought about by the winning goal, and the baby's sudden need for a new diaper.
It was rare for the seven men to be in the same room together...but it was always interesting.
"You're eating fish? Be a man and eat a steak or something! Some real meat!"
"I eat plenty of meat-damn..."
-insert laughter and disgruntled Piper-
I threw that idea into a fanfic. XD
Title: Meat
Rating: G
Pairing: None
It was rare for the seven men to be in the same room together, let alone eating dinner. Granted, it was a spacious living room, but the fact still stood. The Rogues were scattered about the large area. Mark Mardon, better known as the Weather Wizard, held a book in one hand and a fork in the other as he munched away while reading a tattered copy of "The Innocents Abroad". His infant son cooed fondly beside him, as Mardon would read some passages aloud between bites. The shouting at the other end of the room was all but ignored by the father and son.
The Man Who Conquered Absolute Zero, Leonard Snart. Known to the public as the infamous Captain Cold. The Combines were ahead in the final period, and between his shouts and Mick Rory's grumbling, the whole room knew about it. Heatwave didn't care for hockey. It was icy, rigid, lifeless. And cold. He had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and was into a bowl of piping hot soup. The air conditioner was simply too low for his tastes.
At the center of the room sat George Harkness, James Jesse, and Evan McCulloch. Captain Boomerang, known to his friends and cohorts as Digger, took another swig of beer before continuing the tale of his most recent escape from Iron Heights. Apparently it was exciting enough to keep the Trickster's attention, as his food was at a far enough corner of his mind for him to be resting his elbow in his mashed potatoes. The Scottish Mirror Master took a drink of his own ale before offering a toothy grin in response to a description of one guard's unfortunate mishap with a stray mop.
Off in the corner of the room, in the company of a rat or two, sat the Pied Piper, Hartley Rathaway. He wasn't too terribly fond of the human company in the room, but the rodents made up for social interaction. He picked at a piece of fish that had already started to go cold. Some of the rats sniffed at the plate, and a few even took off with various scraps. He sighed with a smile and scratched under the chin of a particularly shy one, and handed it a little piece of the fish.
"Hey, Piper, get over here! One of the Heights guards actually took after Digger with a trumpet!"
James was standing with a wide grin on his face, which quickly turned to annoyance as he noticed the mess on his sleeve. Hartley looked over at the group, passing over Evan with a glare. He preferred the company of real rats rather than figurative ones. His gaze turned up as James approached him.
"What are you doing over here? The rats are gonna eat all of your food!" He put on his most sarcastically dramatic face and clasped his hands together in a distraught stance. "You'll loose your dinner to the rats, you'll waste away into nothing!" His head was tilted upwards, but a grin crept over his features and he winked at the lonely Piper who responded with an indifferent huff. The blond sighed and leaned down closer to him. "Come on. Quit being so broody and anti-social."
"I'm not. I just prefer my food not be tainted by poor company." His gaze flew over McCulloch for a moment before turning back to Trickster. James sent his own glance over there, and Mirror Master was suddenly wondering if he could stand a little paranoia. The acrobat turned back to the musician and grinned.
"Come on, Hart. Worse comes to worse, you can always kill each other. You never did settle back at the diner. I've got money riding on this!" His grin was little reassurance, but Hartley picked himself up with a sigh despite it. The blonde's grin widened and he threw an arm around his friend. "So this guard, right..."
As the two walked over to the table, Evan and Digger had finished another bout of laughter, most likely at the others' expense. Trickster plopped down into his previous seat and grinned as Piper took the seat between him and Digger. The Australian glanced over at him.
"What were you eating over there? Looked like even most of your rodents wouldn't touch it." Hartley's face was calm, but inside he was a bit put off. Well, at least they weren't teasing him about his preferences.
"It was cod. I don't think it cooked too well. Or it was a bad cut."
"Fish? Bah. You need some meat on your bones!" Digger flexed his biceps to demonstrate. A realization hit him and he looked at Hartley with an inquisitive expression. "Or are you one of those vegetarians? Usually...you know..you guys are..." Okay, that was back to the usual banter about his sexuality. Couldn't they have stuck to the fish?
"I'm not a vegetarian. I don't usually eat much fish, and I eat a fair amount of meat during the-oh god, why do I hang out with you guys?" His 'meat' comment had brought about a round of laughter from the other men, James especially. The whole room was in outburst between the men's laughter, the cheers brought about by the winning goal, and the baby's sudden need for a new diaper.
It was rare for the seven men to be in the same room together...but it was always interesting.