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Pick a Mike and I'll drabble. I don't promise to get to these with any speed. Or, indeed, ever. (Also for the Master, Mickey and Dennis Creevey.)
1. Playful!Mike - as AU!Mike, for John
2. Murderous!Mike - for Val
3. Flailing!Mike
4. Incarcerated!Mike - for Snake
5. Deviant!Mike - for Wes
6. Ill!Mike
7. Intoxicated!girl!Mike - for Harry ( Read more... )
1. Playful!Mike - as AU!Mike, for John
2. Murderous!Mike - for Val
3. Flailing!Mike
4. Incarcerated!Mike - for Snake
5. Deviant!Mike - for Wes
6. Ill!Mike
7. Intoxicated!girl!Mike - for Harry ( Read more... )
Restaurant
"This is a very nice restaurant." Draco smiled across the table. "Thank you for picking it."
"Yeah," Mike said darkly, glaring across the room.
Draco followed his gaze and smiled wider, commenting, "Very helpful serving staff."
Maybe it wasn't a smile. Maybe it was a smirk.
Mike glared harder at the waiter. "Overbearing, if you ask me. What was all that with the wine? Sure," he added, looking at Draco, "you deserve the best, but I don't think he needed to spend quite that long finding it for you."
"Nonsense. It was very informative." Draco folded his napkin neatly. "I appreciate the personal service."
"If it were any more personal, he would have been drooling on you," Mike muttered.
"Anyone would think you were jealous," Draco mused.
"Jealous? Why would I be jealous of some dark-haired pretty-boy with his pretty italian accent and his tight and annoyingly well cut uniform?" Mike snorted.
Draco stared. "I'm starting to think I should be jealous."
"You're, like, a thousand times hotter without even trying," Mike said, waving this away. "I'm just saying, there's personal, and there's I-want-your-person-al. He practically gave you his number!"
"It was for the vineyard," Draco said reasonably. "It was a very nice wine."
"I'll get you a crate," Mike assured him. "You don't have to go. He clearly has no respect for personal space."
"Protecting my virtue?" Draco grinned, reaching across the table to take Mike's hand. "That's so sweet."
"Plus after you hexed him, they might not want to sell to you," Mike pointed out, "and then I would have to go and do the mind-whammy for being rude to you."
"Awww." Draco lifted Mike's hand to kiss his knuckles. "Virtue protection and mind-whamming. You spoil me."
"Well, I would," Mike insisted, but he smiled and subsided a little. "It is a very nice restaurant, isn't it?"
On the other side of the room, the pretty-boy waiter tripped in a rising crescendo of plates and pasta.
"Yes," Draco smirked. "It is."
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