Some Pros drabbles
From picture prompts. And, yes, Sue, will stick 'em on the group...but not wanting to keep spamming it with posts tonight *g*.
I try and not write anything silly, I really do. I fail.
Title: Strictly Dancing
Fandom: The Professionals
Author: rospberry
Characters/Pairing: Bodie, Doyle
Rating: G
Summary: The boys are at a ball.
Author's Notes: 'cause I was listening to Dean Martin's 'That's Amore' and thinking about Karen's picture prompt in Prosfanfic: Elegance (with a bow-tie and waistcoat).
Chandeliers twinkled and wine glasses clinked in the elegant ballroom. Doyle's fingers tugged at his bow-tie, trying to loosen it. He clutched his pint glass like a lifeline, taking a sip.
"Fancy a turn around the dance-floor?"
Doyle spluttered a mouthful of beer onto the pristine tablecloth, staring incredulously at his partner. "You what?"
Bodie raised an eyebrow. "Walk the perimeter. I did the circuit half an hour ago."
"Bloody hell, I thought you were asking me for a dance."
"Keep on dreamin', sunshine. My dance-card is full." Bodie rose to greet a blonde sashaying towards the table. "Toddle on."
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Title: Power Cuts
Fandom: The Professionals
Author: rospberry
Characters/Pairing: Bodie, Doyle
Rating: PG
Summary: The boys are in a warehouse.
Author's Notes: From Karen's picture prompt in Prosfanfic: Torch beam (photo of a shining torch).
"Power cuts, always bloody power cuts." Bodie's torch beam cut a swathe of light through the darkened warehouse.
"Sign of the times. Workers aren't getting the proper wages for the jobs they're doing."
"They're all bloody public servants like us. Don't see us going on strike."
"You refused to pay your tea money last week."
"Point of principle, that was. They were buyin' cheap digestive biscuits. I have a sensitive palate, y'know."
"Heart bleeds for you, mate."
"Priorities, Raymond. Lights stop me getting my bollocks blown off by a booby trap an' decent biscuits are the rewards for risking them."
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Title: Shadow Dancing
Fandom: The Professionals
Author: rospberry
Characters/Pairing: Bodie, Doyle
Rating: G
Summary: Bodie is helping his drunken partner home.
Author's Notes: From Karen's picture prompt in Prosfanfic: Dark Night, Dark Alley (with two men silhouetted at the top of a set of stairs).
Street-lights elongated their shadows down the stone steps as they paused at the top, Bodie reluctant to negotiate them with his extremely drunk partner, who was giggling.
"'M leg's are all dangly." Doyle emphasised the point by kicking his leg outwards. The shadow's foot merged with the darkness. He froze, precariously balanced, panic on his face. "Lost my foot, Bodie."
"Put your foot down, you twat." Bodie said, steadying him before he did himself a mischief.
A thud of foot on stone and the shadow was whole again. "Close one there, mate." Doyle patted Bodie's arm. "Saved the day again."
I try and not write anything silly, I really do. I fail.
Title: Strictly Dancing
Fandom: The Professionals
Author: rospberry
Characters/Pairing: Bodie, Doyle
Rating: G
Summary: The boys are at a ball.
Author's Notes: 'cause I was listening to Dean Martin's 'That's Amore' and thinking about Karen's picture prompt in Prosfanfic: Elegance (with a bow-tie and waistcoat).
Chandeliers twinkled and wine glasses clinked in the elegant ballroom. Doyle's fingers tugged at his bow-tie, trying to loosen it. He clutched his pint glass like a lifeline, taking a sip.
"Fancy a turn around the dance-floor?"
Doyle spluttered a mouthful of beer onto the pristine tablecloth, staring incredulously at his partner. "You what?"
Bodie raised an eyebrow. "Walk the perimeter. I did the circuit half an hour ago."
"Bloody hell, I thought you were asking me for a dance."
"Keep on dreamin', sunshine. My dance-card is full." Bodie rose to greet a blonde sashaying towards the table. "Toddle on."
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Title: Power Cuts
Fandom: The Professionals
Author: rospberry
Characters/Pairing: Bodie, Doyle
Rating: PG
Summary: The boys are in a warehouse.
Author's Notes: From Karen's picture prompt in Prosfanfic: Torch beam (photo of a shining torch).
"Power cuts, always bloody power cuts." Bodie's torch beam cut a swathe of light through the darkened warehouse.
"Sign of the times. Workers aren't getting the proper wages for the jobs they're doing."
"They're all bloody public servants like us. Don't see us going on strike."
"You refused to pay your tea money last week."
"Point of principle, that was. They were buyin' cheap digestive biscuits. I have a sensitive palate, y'know."
"Heart bleeds for you, mate."
"Priorities, Raymond. Lights stop me getting my bollocks blown off by a booby trap an' decent biscuits are the rewards for risking them."
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Title: Shadow Dancing
Fandom: The Professionals
Author: rospberry
Characters/Pairing: Bodie, Doyle
Rating: G
Summary: Bodie is helping his drunken partner home.
Author's Notes: From Karen's picture prompt in Prosfanfic: Dark Night, Dark Alley (with two men silhouetted at the top of a set of stairs).
Street-lights elongated their shadows down the stone steps as they paused at the top, Bodie reluctant to negotiate them with his extremely drunk partner, who was giggling.
"'M leg's are all dangly." Doyle emphasised the point by kicking his leg outwards. The shadow's foot merged with the darkness. He froze, precariously balanced, panic on his face. "Lost my foot, Bodie."
"Put your foot down, you twat." Bodie said, steadying him before he did himself a mischief.
A thud of foot on stone and the shadow was whole again. "Close one there, mate." Doyle patted Bodie's arm. "Saved the day again."