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Posted here at V's request..... because I was on last night. And by "on" I mean tipsy off wine. :P
Rules were to prompt a character and an occupation you would like to see them in... these were my drabblers. BTW I am STILL laughing over the one I did for Kasey. :D
Prompter: elvisvf101
Prompt: Park Ranger Nephrite.
A/N: No clue..... ?
Sitting back in the observatory with a steaming cup of coffee, Nathan flipped through the CB channels listening for anyone that might need help.
Of course it was early into hiking season and the trails were fairly quiet, so he spent most of his morning bird watching. Then there came a call from dispatch, reports of a vehicle parked too far up the mountain without the proper permits.
It wasn’t far from his post and he made it there in a short time. The vehicle in question was a beat-up Toyota truck with a pair of fuzzy dice on the rearview mirror and a collection of random bumper stickers on the back.
No one was in sight so he poked around looking for a sign of life. Not too far from the truck he found the makings of a campsite, and a few pieces of clothing hanging on a clothesline.
Investigating further he came upon a young woman, maybe a few years younger than his twenty-one years, gathering fire wood. She stopped suddenly when she heard him and whirled around, dropping the wood and staring at him wide eyed.
“Good morning, you mind telling me what you’re doing out here alone?” Nathan asked, not unkindly. She bite her full lower lip, and rubbed her arm. Her face was smudged with dirt and she seemed a bit too thin, but that didn’t take away from her beauty.
“I’m camping,” she finally said boldly.
“Right, do you know you need permits to be this far up?”
“No,” she shook her head, brown curls bobbing.
“Look, why don’t you come back with me to the station. We can call whom ever you like... maybe get you some hot food?”
“I-I don’t have anyone to call.” Suddenly she was very shy, and dug her shoe into the dirt. “I don’t have anywhere to go.” She looked up at with bright green eyes from under a fringe of dark lashes, and in that moment he found himself swearing to protect her, no matter what.
“Well, the offer still stands. Come on…?”
“I’m Lita.”
“Nice to meet you Lita, I’m Nathan.”
Prompter: nephthysmoon
Prompt: Klueless ™ Kunzite as a Night Club Owner. Bonus for including exotic dancer Jadeite, Nephrite and Zoi in the band.. and a tent.
AN: Apologies to V for stealing Jesse.. and to pretty much everyone in general.
Kendrick Kensington IV looked down at the deed in his hand and sighed before stormy grey eyes looked up at the nearly dilapidated building that stood before him. His eccentric great had left him the bar in his will, and Kendrick idly wondered what he was supposed to do with it.
Deciding it best to take stock before he sold it or tore it down or whatever, he marched in with an air of superiority and bravado he didn’t even have to think about taking on.
Inside was a stark contrast to the outside; the floors were brand new, along with the tables, chairs and bar top. Lights illuminated the room in bright colors and there was a long catwalk complete with platform and pole at the end. Lights ran along the catwalk and around the bar, and in one corner he could make out a small band; the bass player had long auburn hair and muscles big enough that he looked like he could double as a bouncer. Another man was helping him set up, he was leaner, more wiry, with a long ponytail of dark blond hair.
Moving toward the bar, he regarded the man behind the counter; young, thin, with a mess of black hair hidden under a fedora and puffing away on a cigarette.
“Can I help you,” he smiled widely at Kendrick.
“Excuse me, but is this The Lumber Yard?”
“Sure is! What are you looking for? Goldenrod should be starting soon, you like blonds, right? Or maybe you prefer the ethnic ones?” The bartender waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “My name is Jesse, by the way.”
“Kendrick..." he held out a hand to Jesse. "I believe I own this place.”
“Oooh! So you’re the new big cheese, hmm? You’re not at all what I expected.”
“Neither are you…” Kendrick muttered under his breath. “So you mean to tell me this is a strip club?”
“Yup! Best in the city.” Jesse crooned.
“Well this is very interesting.” Kendrick mumbled. The idea wasn’t entire unpleasing…. what man wouldn’t be happy to spend all of his time around scantily clad women? Yes, the idea was very pleasing and he shifted slightly in his seat to relieve pressure in a certain spot.
“Would you like a drink?” Kendrick nodded slowly and Jesse disappeared for a few moments. Returning quickly he slid a bright red drink with an umbrella toward Kendrick.
Kendrick stared at the drink in utter disbelief before picking it up gingerly and taking a sip. As he was pondering what to do next, the lights dimmed and the announcers voice boomed through the speakers.
“I want you all to give a round of applause for The Lumber Yard's favorite Dancer…. GOLDENROD!” The band started playing a pounding cover of Def Leopard’s ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’, and the curtain went up. Kendrick was aware of bright blue eyes, sunny blond hair…. and a hairy chest?
Watching as the male dancer worked his way toward the pole in the middle of the room, Kendrick’s eyes bulged and he spit his drink all over the bar.
Prompter: elvisvf101
Prompt: FedEx Delivery Guy Nephrite
AN: Why do you give me these things when I'm loopy? :P
Erm.. I was inspired by the last fic.
To say that Nick was having a bad day would be the understatement of the year, possibly decade. The new men on the line had screwed up loading, which meant he had to drive half way across town to meet up with another driver and get the packages sorted out.
On the way back to his route his truck got a flat tire, which put him even more behind schedule. He’d been yelled at by a cranky old woman, been chased by a dog, gotten stuck in traffic AND he hadn’t eaten all day.
It was dark now, but he was on his last delivery for the day…. which meant he would then be able to eat, drink and sleep. And even better, tomorrow was Saturday and he had the day off. Sweet freedom was almost his!
Stopping the truck, he pulled the package from the back and checked the house number, 1285. Noting he had the right house he leaped from the truck and started up the driveway. Cars were packed into the small gravel pathway, the lights were on and there was loud music blasting from inside. Obviously someone was having a party; lucky bastards.
He stopped at the door and seriously thought about doing a drop and run, but curiosity got the better of him and he rang the doorbell. Surprisingly enough it swung open almost immediately.
The girl that answered was gorgeous; long blonde hair curling down her back, ridiculously long lashes framed cobalt blue eyes and her cupid bow mouth was painted in glossy pink. She swayed on her high heel clad feet, her short cocktail riding high on tanned legs.
Obviously she was a little past tipsy.
“You’re finally here! “Come in, come in!” She cried, yanking him inside and calling to some of her friends to change the music.
“Um excuse me, but are you Miss Aino?”
“I am! But you knew that already!” The blonde grinned up at him and he swallowed uncomfortably.
“I.. uh.. have a package for you.” He stuttered out.
“I’m sure you do, big boy!” She tilted her head and surveyed him appreciatively before pulling him into the living room. “Alright girls, where’s the bride to be! I have a surprise for her!”
There was an extremely drunk and very unsure looking blond girl on the couch, dressed in white with a tissue paper veil on. Her eyes went wide when she saw Nick enter the room and some thumping bass started blaring through the speakers.
Next to her however was a leggy brunette, with olive skin, glittering green eyes and curves that would make any man stop and stare. She gave him a sultry little smile. Nick debated for a second before throwing caution to the wind and started to dance.
He didn’t have anywhere else to be anyway.
Rules were to prompt a character and an occupation you would like to see them in... these were my drabblers. BTW I am STILL laughing over the one I did for Kasey. :D
Prompter: elvisvf101
Prompt: Park Ranger Nephrite.
A/N: No clue..... ?
Sitting back in the observatory with a steaming cup of coffee, Nathan flipped through the CB channels listening for anyone that might need help.
Of course it was early into hiking season and the trails were fairly quiet, so he spent most of his morning bird watching. Then there came a call from dispatch, reports of a vehicle parked too far up the mountain without the proper permits.
It wasn’t far from his post and he made it there in a short time. The vehicle in question was a beat-up Toyota truck with a pair of fuzzy dice on the rearview mirror and a collection of random bumper stickers on the back.
No one was in sight so he poked around looking for a sign of life. Not too far from the truck he found the makings of a campsite, and a few pieces of clothing hanging on a clothesline.
Investigating further he came upon a young woman, maybe a few years younger than his twenty-one years, gathering fire wood. She stopped suddenly when she heard him and whirled around, dropping the wood and staring at him wide eyed.
“Good morning, you mind telling me what you’re doing out here alone?” Nathan asked, not unkindly. She bite her full lower lip, and rubbed her arm. Her face was smudged with dirt and she seemed a bit too thin, but that didn’t take away from her beauty.
“I’m camping,” she finally said boldly.
“Right, do you know you need permits to be this far up?”
“No,” she shook her head, brown curls bobbing.
“Look, why don’t you come back with me to the station. We can call whom ever you like... maybe get you some hot food?”
“I-I don’t have anyone to call.” Suddenly she was very shy, and dug her shoe into the dirt. “I don’t have anywhere to go.” She looked up at with bright green eyes from under a fringe of dark lashes, and in that moment he found himself swearing to protect her, no matter what.
“Well, the offer still stands. Come on…?”
“I’m Lita.”
“Nice to meet you Lita, I’m Nathan.”
Prompter: nephthysmoon
Prompt: Klueless ™ Kunzite as a Night Club Owner. Bonus for including exotic dancer Jadeite, Nephrite and Zoi in the band.. and a tent.
AN: Apologies to V for stealing Jesse.. and to pretty much everyone in general.
Kendrick Kensington IV looked down at the deed in his hand and sighed before stormy grey eyes looked up at the nearly dilapidated building that stood before him. His eccentric great had left him the bar in his will, and Kendrick idly wondered what he was supposed to do with it.
Deciding it best to take stock before he sold it or tore it down or whatever, he marched in with an air of superiority and bravado he didn’t even have to think about taking on.
Inside was a stark contrast to the outside; the floors were brand new, along with the tables, chairs and bar top. Lights illuminated the room in bright colors and there was a long catwalk complete with platform and pole at the end. Lights ran along the catwalk and around the bar, and in one corner he could make out a small band; the bass player had long auburn hair and muscles big enough that he looked like he could double as a bouncer. Another man was helping him set up, he was leaner, more wiry, with a long ponytail of dark blond hair.
Moving toward the bar, he regarded the man behind the counter; young, thin, with a mess of black hair hidden under a fedora and puffing away on a cigarette.
“Can I help you,” he smiled widely at Kendrick.
“Excuse me, but is this The Lumber Yard?”
“Sure is! What are you looking for? Goldenrod should be starting soon, you like blonds, right? Or maybe you prefer the ethnic ones?” The bartender waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “My name is Jesse, by the way.”
“Kendrick..." he held out a hand to Jesse. "I believe I own this place.”
“Oooh! So you’re the new big cheese, hmm? You’re not at all what I expected.”
“Neither are you…” Kendrick muttered under his breath. “So you mean to tell me this is a strip club?”
“Yup! Best in the city.” Jesse crooned.
“Well this is very interesting.” Kendrick mumbled. The idea wasn’t entire unpleasing…. what man wouldn’t be happy to spend all of his time around scantily clad women? Yes, the idea was very pleasing and he shifted slightly in his seat to relieve pressure in a certain spot.
“Would you like a drink?” Kendrick nodded slowly and Jesse disappeared for a few moments. Returning quickly he slid a bright red drink with an umbrella toward Kendrick.
Kendrick stared at the drink in utter disbelief before picking it up gingerly and taking a sip. As he was pondering what to do next, the lights dimmed and the announcers voice boomed through the speakers.
“I want you all to give a round of applause for The Lumber Yard's favorite Dancer…. GOLDENROD!” The band started playing a pounding cover of Def Leopard’s ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’, and the curtain went up. Kendrick was aware of bright blue eyes, sunny blond hair…. and a hairy chest?
Watching as the male dancer worked his way toward the pole in the middle of the room, Kendrick’s eyes bulged and he spit his drink all over the bar.
Prompter: elvisvf101
Prompt: FedEx Delivery Guy Nephrite
AN: Why do you give me these things when I'm loopy? :P
Erm.. I was inspired by the last fic.
To say that Nick was having a bad day would be the understatement of the year, possibly decade. The new men on the line had screwed up loading, which meant he had to drive half way across town to meet up with another driver and get the packages sorted out.
On the way back to his route his truck got a flat tire, which put him even more behind schedule. He’d been yelled at by a cranky old woman, been chased by a dog, gotten stuck in traffic AND he hadn’t eaten all day.
It was dark now, but he was on his last delivery for the day…. which meant he would then be able to eat, drink and sleep. And even better, tomorrow was Saturday and he had the day off. Sweet freedom was almost his!
Stopping the truck, he pulled the package from the back and checked the house number, 1285. Noting he had the right house he leaped from the truck and started up the driveway. Cars were packed into the small gravel pathway, the lights were on and there was loud music blasting from inside. Obviously someone was having a party; lucky bastards.
He stopped at the door and seriously thought about doing a drop and run, but curiosity got the better of him and he rang the doorbell. Surprisingly enough it swung open almost immediately.
The girl that answered was gorgeous; long blonde hair curling down her back, ridiculously long lashes framed cobalt blue eyes and her cupid bow mouth was painted in glossy pink. She swayed on her high heel clad feet, her short cocktail riding high on tanned legs.
Obviously she was a little past tipsy.
“You’re finally here! “Come in, come in!” She cried, yanking him inside and calling to some of her friends to change the music.
“Um excuse me, but are you Miss Aino?”
“I am! But you knew that already!” The blonde grinned up at him and he swallowed uncomfortably.
“I.. uh.. have a package for you.” He stuttered out.
“I’m sure you do, big boy!” She tilted her head and surveyed him appreciatively before pulling him into the living room. “Alright girls, where’s the bride to be! I have a surprise for her!”
There was an extremely drunk and very unsure looking blond girl on the couch, dressed in white with a tissue paper veil on. Her eyes went wide when she saw Nick enter the room and some thumping bass started blaring through the speakers.
Next to her however was a leggy brunette, with olive skin, glittering green eyes and curves that would make any man stop and stare. She gave him a sultry little smile. Nick debated for a second before throwing caution to the wind and started to dance.
He didn’t have anywhere else to be anyway.