MARCH CONTEST 01
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TITLE: The Publican's Friend
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Nino drinks at Sho's pub and then presses his luck.
Nino was skulking around the end of the bar drinking the beers that Sho was serving him pretty slowly so Sho was well aware that it was plain old belligerence and not the drunken variety that caused his friend to lash out when one of the regulars pushed his barstool back a little too far and jammed it right into Nino's elbow.
He was serving a whiskey-and-water down at the other end of the bar when it happened, so he didn't get there quick enough to diffuse the situation before insults and subsequent fists were flying. Nino was quick, though, and light on his feet, so he managed to get a few jabs in before the other guy layed him out flat with one heavy punch to the gut and a follow-up hook to the jaw.
Sho made it down to the scene just as their bouncer was escorting the other guy out, leaving Sho to scoop Nino up off the floor.
One of the bonuses to being the bartender at a small pub like this one was having an apartment right upstairs which, after shouting to the other bartender to cover for him, is where he hauled his small, irascible friend to clean him up and let him cool down.
Nino came around to the sight of Sho's ass, swaying right in front of his eyes. . . upside down. He was being fireman's-carried up the stairs.
"What the hell?! Let me go!" He twisted in Sho's grip.
"If you don't watch it, I'm going to drop you on your head," he warned then muttered, "not that it would make much difference."
He got him to his room and plopped Nino down, more gently than he probably deserved, on his sofa. "Stay," he ordered and left Nino to return in a moment with an ice pack and some antiseptic for the blood trickling from the cracked corner of Nino's lip.
"You wanna tell me what that was all about?"
"That jerk hit me first."
"Not that."
Nino shrugged and pouted a moment in silence before giving in to Sho's soft, expectant look. "I got dumped."
"She's insane," Sho answered without thinking.
"Thanks," Nino said very, very quietly and that's when Sho realized that Nino was looking a little green around the gills.
He'd only had a few beers but he had taken a pretty hard hit to the stomach, Sho was thinking right as Nino shot past him into the bathroom to unceremoniously revisit those beers.
Sho followed him in and wet a washcloth to wipe Nino's face when he'd finished. While he swiped cool cloth over Nino's brow he asked, "Why'd she dump you?"
"She said I didn't love her."
Sho was a bit nervous about it, but asked anyway, "Did you?"
Nino gave him an easy smile, "Nah."
"Well, you can't really blame her then." Sho couldn't help but smile in return as he finished cleaning up his friend.
Sho led Nino to his bed and pulled back the covers for Nino to climb in, which he did without complaint. This was not the first time he'd gotten tipsy at Sho's pub and then stayed the night, but he couldn't resist a comment.
"I see. I'm only single for a few hours and you're already getting me into bed."
"Ha ha," Sho fake laughed. "You need anything?"
Nino sat up in the bed and turned the bruised side of his lip to Sho. "Wanna kiss it better?"
Not that the thought hadn't crossed his mind, this was hardly the time, thought Sho. He quirked one dubious brow and pushed Nino down by the shoulder. "Oh yeah, 'cause I've always wanted to be your rebound girl. Go to sleep. I'll be up in a few hours."
"Awww," Nino gave Sho his best pouty face, "Maybe next time."
Sho hit the light as he left the room. "If you're exceptionally lucky."
Sho woke the next morning to find himself entirely wrapped in sleeping Nino and thought his luck was looking pretty good indeed.
TITLE: The Publican's Friend
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Nino drinks at Sho's pub and then presses his luck.
Nino was skulking around the end of the bar drinking the beers that Sho was serving him pretty slowly so Sho was well aware that it was plain old belligerence and not the drunken variety that caused his friend to lash out when one of the regulars pushed his barstool back a little too far and jammed it right into Nino's elbow.
He was serving a whiskey-and-water down at the other end of the bar when it happened, so he didn't get there quick enough to diffuse the situation before insults and subsequent fists were flying. Nino was quick, though, and light on his feet, so he managed to get a few jabs in before the other guy layed him out flat with one heavy punch to the gut and a follow-up hook to the jaw.
Sho made it down to the scene just as their bouncer was escorting the other guy out, leaving Sho to scoop Nino up off the floor.
One of the bonuses to being the bartender at a small pub like this one was having an apartment right upstairs which, after shouting to the other bartender to cover for him, is where he hauled his small, irascible friend to clean him up and let him cool down.
Nino came around to the sight of Sho's ass, swaying right in front of his eyes. . . upside down. He was being fireman's-carried up the stairs.
"What the hell?! Let me go!" He twisted in Sho's grip.
"If you don't watch it, I'm going to drop you on your head," he warned then muttered, "not that it would make much difference."
He got him to his room and plopped Nino down, more gently than he probably deserved, on his sofa. "Stay," he ordered and left Nino to return in a moment with an ice pack and some antiseptic for the blood trickling from the cracked corner of Nino's lip.
"You wanna tell me what that was all about?"
"That jerk hit me first."
"Not that."
Nino shrugged and pouted a moment in silence before giving in to Sho's soft, expectant look. "I got dumped."
"She's insane," Sho answered without thinking.
"Thanks," Nino said very, very quietly and that's when Sho realized that Nino was looking a little green around the gills.
He'd only had a few beers but he had taken a pretty hard hit to the stomach, Sho was thinking right as Nino shot past him into the bathroom to unceremoniously revisit those beers.
Sho followed him in and wet a washcloth to wipe Nino's face when he'd finished. While he swiped cool cloth over Nino's brow he asked, "Why'd she dump you?"
"She said I didn't love her."
Sho was a bit nervous about it, but asked anyway, "Did you?"
Nino gave him an easy smile, "Nah."
"Well, you can't really blame her then." Sho couldn't help but smile in return as he finished cleaning up his friend.
Sho led Nino to his bed and pulled back the covers for Nino to climb in, which he did without complaint. This was not the first time he'd gotten tipsy at Sho's pub and then stayed the night, but he couldn't resist a comment.
"I see. I'm only single for a few hours and you're already getting me into bed."
"Ha ha," Sho fake laughed. "You need anything?"
Nino sat up in the bed and turned the bruised side of his lip to Sho. "Wanna kiss it better?"
Not that the thought hadn't crossed his mind, this was hardly the time, thought Sho. He quirked one dubious brow and pushed Nino down by the shoulder. "Oh yeah, 'cause I've always wanted to be your rebound girl. Go to sleep. I'll be up in a few hours."
"Awww," Nino gave Sho his best pouty face, "Maybe next time."
Sho hit the light as he left the room. "If you're exceptionally lucky."
Sho woke the next morning to find himself entirely wrapped in sleeping Nino and thought his luck was looking pretty good indeed.