Watchmen Kink Meme 2: Electric Boogaloo. Or not.

[spam_monster]

Alright, alright, I'm back now. Here ya go kids. (You're just lucky the other one didn't run out in the middle of my vacation grumble grumble)

Rules of the meme:

1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work

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Re: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KM

[biliousneko]

It was a good twenty minutes later when Dan found his red headed companion slumped over the bar with the curvacious brunette in the thick glasses and the sensible shoes gently patting his back. To his surprise, it seemed Walter was- but it couldn't be. No, that sort of thing just didn't HAPPEN. He heard a snippet of the conversation from the woman's mouth, and frowned further.

"I'm sure she didn't mean it. Sometimes parents can be cruel. If she was drunk, maybe-"

"No, no, meant it," Walter was SNIFFLING. It made Dan's skin crawl.

"Er- Everything alright here?"

Walter froze, face bright red and eyes wild as he glanced up sharply at his approaching partner and pointed a wavering hand at him, "AND YOU AREN'T HELPING, DANIEL. WITH YOUR. SPANDEX AND YOUR. ENK." The red blossomed further if it was possible, consuming his freckles in a violent self loathing rage.

"He's had a few too many, I think," Danielle smiled uselessly before offering out her hand to the man who looked *so familiar* but she couldn't place it. "I'm Danielle."

"I'm Dan," He laughed, "And I can't believe he's had ONE- I mean, It's been a pretty great party but..."

"You're pretty cute, Dan," Danielle fumbled with her sleeves, shyly glancing down at her shoes. Walter looked ready to bolt for the men's room, but Dan was distracted by the low cut of the buxom woman's dress.

"Say, would you like to dance?"

As the young woman consented, taking his head to leave the red head to what remained of his fifth drink, Walter's blood seethed.

Re: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KM

[writerbunny]

Walter drummed his fingers on the bar in an uncharacteristically fidgety gesture, watching the dancing couple move through the crowds with all the was left of his concentration. He didn't like it, not one bit, but that was as far as his fogged brain went. He didn't even know why he didn't like it, or what to do about it, but he was certain it would come to him eventually.

He was concentrating so intently that he didn't notice the woman sidling up next to him and ordering a Coke from the barman. The shift of green finally caught Walter's attention and glanced over, stunned by the brightest shock of orange hair and freckles that he seen since... since he looked in the mirror before leaving. It was disturbingly familiar.

Walter opened his mouth to ask about why she was here (and did she know any brown-haired, owl-loving sirens who tempted otherwise good partners from their friend's side?), but what came out was "...nice dress. Good workmanship."

The woman's eyes widened, then narrowed in a glare. She seemed to check her initial response before saying "...thank you. Made it myself." Her voice was low and gravelly, but not unpleasant to hear.

They both looked away, looking back at the barman who brought the woman's Coke. Their identical eyes lit up at seeing the familiar green glass bottle.

"Didn't think they made these anymore," the woman said fondly, admiring the play of light on it as if it was a chandelier. Something seized high and tight in Walter's chest, unfamiliar and not entirely unpleasant.

"Name's Walter," he said, holding out his hand, amazed at how easy it was to say.

The woman looked at his hand, worn with callouses and scars, and smiled (sharp but not unkind). "Wanda," she said, taking his hand in hers, equally rough.

They held on for just a little too long.

Wrote this before my first coffee, don't hate me!

Re: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KM

[biliousneko]

Anon loves you. And wants porn.