[Fic: GW] The Night Club (5/?)
Title: The Night Club (5/?)
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG
Characters: Quatre, Heero, Dorothy
Notes: 1, 2, 3, 4
***
"She wants to speak to me?” Quatre asked, looking horrified.
“Is,” said Heero, “She is going to speak to you.”
“Why did you promise that?” Quatre cried out. “I haven’t spoken to her, since, well, we broke off the engagement.”
“Hmm, is that what they call it these days?” Heero mused.
“Don’t get snappy with me,” Quatre groaned as Heero smirked. “This is Dorothy Catalonia we’re speaking about. She’s probably going to castrate me,” Quatre muttered, running a hand through his already rumpled hair.
“After what you did, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Heero murmured, still looking dreadfully pleased about himself. “Still, she did say dinner. You could have it at a nice public place. Where attacking you could seriously derail her career. But secluded enough that there wouldn’t be any unwelcome listeners like the police. I suggest the Cygnet. It‘s very discreet.”
Quatre nodded miserably. “I suppose I must.” Then eying the smug Heero out of the corner of his eye, he started to grin. “So… I hired that Duo you had your gaze on. Did you meet him last night? It must have been mayhem, police everywhere; maybe you had to calm him down in a quiet corner?”
“I - ” Heero flushed and then glared at Quatre. “Have fun at dinner, Quatre,” he said in return.
So Quatre resumed looking despondent.
***
“You look quite dashing,” Dorothy murmured, approaching the dinner table with casual grace. She took her time as well, pausing for a moment as the waiter held out her chair. Quatre still standing merely smiled at her.
“And you? Simply stunning, Dorothy,” Quatre said. “Your hair is still magnificent. How you keep it that beautiful I’ll never know.”
“A girl has her secrets,” Dorothy chimed out, finally sitting and sending the waiter away with one elegant flick of her wrist.
“Hopefully you won’t be too tongue tied tonight,” Quatre said.
“We’ll see,” Dorothy replied, “Maybe after the entrée I’ll feel more open about talking.”
“Very well,” Quatre reluctantly agreed, sure he would regret this.
Sure enough, Dorothy was spooning the last of her dessert and still nothing had been said about the raid the night before. Quatre was seriously irritated and had started thrumming his fingers against the edge of the table as he watched Dorothy take obvious pleasure in the strawberry and dark chocolate concoction.
“If I don’t get answers, you’re paying,” Quatre said, as he stopped tapping and placed his hands flat on the table.
“Leave the bill with the lady? How uncouth,” Dorothy commented. “My mother always said you had terrible manners.”
“Your mother only said that because she caught us in the guest bedroom when we were sixteen,” Quatre muttered.
“But it was only when those rather enticing rumours started being spread that she started to actively dislike you. Before it was just her usual indifference,” Dorothy said sweetly. “Once you tragically broke my heart, she had to hate you. What would her friends say?”
Quatre shrugged, “I could care less.”
“Yes, I know,” Dorothy said, her smile cutting.
“Yes, well, can we get to the point?” Quatre muttered, wincing at the strike Dorothy had just delivered.
“Very well,” Dorothy said, “Officially of course, we were merely met for dinner so you could grovel for my forgiveness.”
One of Quatre’s eyebrows twitched. “Fine,” he ground out.
“Unofficially,” Dorothy said, leaning in closer over the table, “We’re here because Dekim Barton is after you.”
“I knew it!” Quatre exclaimed. “He’s the one who’s been really hurt by WEI’s expansion and that fact that he’s a vicious homophobe should make this even more easier for him to break the law.”
“Not quite,” Dorothy murmured, “He has the police in his pocket in this city, Quatre, except me of course but I like to pretend that I‘m in his pocket. What he’s doing is going to be above the law. You’ll have no recourse, unless you catch him doing something seriously big and you’ll need proof that the DA can’t say no to.”
“I, I want your help,” Quatre asked. “I know we have our difficulties and past problems, not even considering that times your mother caught us but - ”
“Stop,” Dorothy said. “You know every well that Dekim is suspected of Treize’s death after Treize… strayed from the path that Dekim wanted him to follow. I’m in this for blood, as well, Treize was my favourite cousin,” Dorothy barred her teeth and glared ferociously at Quatre. “I want this as much as you do.”
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG
Characters: Quatre, Heero, Dorothy
Notes: 1, 2, 3, 4
***
"She wants to speak to me?” Quatre asked, looking horrified.
“Is,” said Heero, “She is going to speak to you.”
“Why did you promise that?” Quatre cried out. “I haven’t spoken to her, since, well, we broke off the engagement.”
“Hmm, is that what they call it these days?” Heero mused.
“Don’t get snappy with me,” Quatre groaned as Heero smirked. “This is Dorothy Catalonia we’re speaking about. She’s probably going to castrate me,” Quatre muttered, running a hand through his already rumpled hair.
“After what you did, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Heero murmured, still looking dreadfully pleased about himself. “Still, she did say dinner. You could have it at a nice public place. Where attacking you could seriously derail her career. But secluded enough that there wouldn’t be any unwelcome listeners like the police. I suggest the Cygnet. It‘s very discreet.”
Quatre nodded miserably. “I suppose I must.” Then eying the smug Heero out of the corner of his eye, he started to grin. “So… I hired that Duo you had your gaze on. Did you meet him last night? It must have been mayhem, police everywhere; maybe you had to calm him down in a quiet corner?”
“I - ” Heero flushed and then glared at Quatre. “Have fun at dinner, Quatre,” he said in return.
So Quatre resumed looking despondent.
***
“You look quite dashing,” Dorothy murmured, approaching the dinner table with casual grace. She took her time as well, pausing for a moment as the waiter held out her chair. Quatre still standing merely smiled at her.
“And you? Simply stunning, Dorothy,” Quatre said. “Your hair is still magnificent. How you keep it that beautiful I’ll never know.”
“A girl has her secrets,” Dorothy chimed out, finally sitting and sending the waiter away with one elegant flick of her wrist.
“Hopefully you won’t be too tongue tied tonight,” Quatre said.
“We’ll see,” Dorothy replied, “Maybe after the entrée I’ll feel more open about talking.”
“Very well,” Quatre reluctantly agreed, sure he would regret this.
Sure enough, Dorothy was spooning the last of her dessert and still nothing had been said about the raid the night before. Quatre was seriously irritated and had started thrumming his fingers against the edge of the table as he watched Dorothy take obvious pleasure in the strawberry and dark chocolate concoction.
“If I don’t get answers, you’re paying,” Quatre said, as he stopped tapping and placed his hands flat on the table.
“Leave the bill with the lady? How uncouth,” Dorothy commented. “My mother always said you had terrible manners.”
“Your mother only said that because she caught us in the guest bedroom when we were sixteen,” Quatre muttered.
“But it was only when those rather enticing rumours started being spread that she started to actively dislike you. Before it was just her usual indifference,” Dorothy said sweetly. “Once you tragically broke my heart, she had to hate you. What would her friends say?”
Quatre shrugged, “I could care less.”
“Yes, I know,” Dorothy said, her smile cutting.
“Yes, well, can we get to the point?” Quatre muttered, wincing at the strike Dorothy had just delivered.
“Very well,” Dorothy said, “Officially of course, we were merely met for dinner so you could grovel for my forgiveness.”
One of Quatre’s eyebrows twitched. “Fine,” he ground out.
“Unofficially,” Dorothy said, leaning in closer over the table, “We’re here because Dekim Barton is after you.”
“I knew it!” Quatre exclaimed. “He’s the one who’s been really hurt by WEI’s expansion and that fact that he’s a vicious homophobe should make this even more easier for him to break the law.”
“Not quite,” Dorothy murmured, “He has the police in his pocket in this city, Quatre, except me of course but I like to pretend that I‘m in his pocket. What he’s doing is going to be above the law. You’ll have no recourse, unless you catch him doing something seriously big and you’ll need proof that the DA can’t say no to.”
“I, I want your help,” Quatre asked. “I know we have our difficulties and past problems, not even considering that times your mother caught us but - ”
“Stop,” Dorothy said. “You know every well that Dekim is suspected of Treize’s death after Treize… strayed from the path that Dekim wanted him to follow. I’m in this for blood, as well, Treize was my favourite cousin,” Dorothy barred her teeth and glared ferociously at Quatre. “I want this as much as you do.”