Regular Night in Haven
just a regular night in Haven (one shot)
This is a nonsense story I wrote after “Real Estate”. I’m dubbing it the “everyone gets drunk” fic. Since I got a lot of support to write this on tumblr, I thought 'why the hell not'
NOTE: I do not own these characters, I just got a random idea and ran with it…
And this was written previous to learning about Tommy (or Fake!Tommy as my fiance calls him)’s true identity.
“Ok, everyone…one, two, three!”
On the count of three, everyone threw back a shot then the groans followed. Audrey Parker looked down the row, Claire Callahan was at her side, beside her was Dwight Hendrickson, then Tommy Bowen, Jordan McKee, Nathan Wuornos then the Teagues Brothers. Duke was behind the bar, filling their glasses once more.
“And again!” he declared, finishing off the last glass and everyone took the shot.
Claire squealed after she finished hers, “No more! No more! I’m a really light drunk! Seriously I will be drunk in about 5 minutes. Then the hugging will start! And more than likely, I will want to hug Jordan so someone, save me from myself,” she warned.
Audrey laughed, shaking her head, “Don’t worry, I got you,” she assured her.
“Me too, since I couldn’t do much earlier,” Dwight stated, which made Audrey’s brows arch; she didn’t realize that he was that interested in Claire’s well being.
But the psychologist didn’t seem to think it was anything out of the ordinary, “Yay! Thanks Dwight, my big strong hero!” she laid a, loud, smacking kiss on his cheek. The man blushed and signaled for another shot.
“Doctor Grabby-Hands should go home before she touches me,” Jordan warned, “I will not be responsible if she does.”
Nathan rubbed her shoulder, “It’s ok, I think there’s enough of us between you,” he stated.
“Besides, I could touch you and not get hurt,” Audrey added, smiling down the row at the woman. She doubted Jordan knew it yet, or if she did, she obviously didn’t believe it.
The Teagues looked at one another, then the bar, then stood, “We’re getting out of here before things get messy,” Vince stated, tipping his hat. “Good night, all.”
“Night, Old Men!” Duke called as the door jingled as it opened and closed.
Audrey moved down next to Nathan, since Claire’s attention had shifted to Dwight, who seemed pleased at this. Nathan looked to Audrey, giving her a wry smile, but Audrey ignored him. She leaned over him and tapped Jordan on her bare arm. Jordan turned away from Tommy, to whom she was apologizing to again, looking at Audrey as if she had slapped her in the face.
“He’s not the only one,” Audrey stated.
Tentatively she watched as Jordan’s glove came off, Jordan held one finger tip up and gingerly touched the blonde’s finger tip. When Audrey just smiled at her, Jordan put her palm to Audrey’s and their fingers entwined. Jordan closed her eyes and sighed, the passion in the sound drew everyone’s attention. Jordan quickly dropped her hand and blushed. She turned away from Audrey, back to Tommy, but the blush didn’t fade for some time.
“Soooo, tonight was fun…” Duke drawled, “Like something out of a Stephen King novel or miniseries.”
Audrey laughed, “You can say that again.”
“Oh! Audrey, stop drink-hey! Put it down! You have possible brain damage!” Claire said, the look of sudden remembrance, “Cut her off, bar keep!”
“Bar keep? Really?” Duke asked, but he did take away Audrey’s drink and finished it himself.
“Duke, that’s the least offensive thing I can call you,” Claire said, narrowing her eyes, in an attempt to look evil but given her costume and her doe eyes, she just looked like an angry puppy.
He held up his hands in defeat, “You win, Doc.”
Claire beamed at him, “Damn right, I do,” Then she turned her attention back to Dwight, “Sooooooo, do you want to walk me home?”
Dwight snorted into his drink, “Sure, why not.”
“Can’t resist those puppy dog eyes and short skirt, huh?” Tommy asked, glancing at them.
“Nope,” Dwight confirmed as he held Claire off her stool as she practically hopped out of the Gull. “Good night,” he called, closing the door behind him. They watched through the glass doors as Claire raced behind the towering man, slapping his ass then climbed up his back. His laughter rang clear back to the Gull as they disappeared into the darkness.
Audrey shook her head, “What a night.”
“Nah, it’s just a normal night in Haven,” Duke said, throwing back another shot.
--END--
Sorry I really couldn’t think of a better ending without turning it into a possible foursome, lol. And they were hinting at Stephen King’s miniseries Rose Red.
Can I get tags for Claire, Dwight, Jordan and Tommy?
This is a nonsense story I wrote after “Real Estate”. I’m dubbing it the “everyone gets drunk” fic. Since I got a lot of support to write this on tumblr, I thought 'why the hell not'
NOTE: I do not own these characters, I just got a random idea and ran with it…
And this was written previous to learning about Tommy (or Fake!Tommy as my fiance calls him)’s true identity.
“Ok, everyone…one, two, three!”
On the count of three, everyone threw back a shot then the groans followed. Audrey Parker looked down the row, Claire Callahan was at her side, beside her was Dwight Hendrickson, then Tommy Bowen, Jordan McKee, Nathan Wuornos then the Teagues Brothers. Duke was behind the bar, filling their glasses once more.
“And again!” he declared, finishing off the last glass and everyone took the shot.
Claire squealed after she finished hers, “No more! No more! I’m a really light drunk! Seriously I will be drunk in about 5 minutes. Then the hugging will start! And more than likely, I will want to hug Jordan so someone, save me from myself,” she warned.
Audrey laughed, shaking her head, “Don’t worry, I got you,” she assured her.
“Me too, since I couldn’t do much earlier,” Dwight stated, which made Audrey’s brows arch; she didn’t realize that he was that interested in Claire’s well being.
But the psychologist didn’t seem to think it was anything out of the ordinary, “Yay! Thanks Dwight, my big strong hero!” she laid a, loud, smacking kiss on his cheek. The man blushed and signaled for another shot.
“Doctor Grabby-Hands should go home before she touches me,” Jordan warned, “I will not be responsible if she does.”
Nathan rubbed her shoulder, “It’s ok, I think there’s enough of us between you,” he stated.
“Besides, I could touch you and not get hurt,” Audrey added, smiling down the row at the woman. She doubted Jordan knew it yet, or if she did, she obviously didn’t believe it.
The Teagues looked at one another, then the bar, then stood, “We’re getting out of here before things get messy,” Vince stated, tipping his hat. “Good night, all.”
“Night, Old Men!” Duke called as the door jingled as it opened and closed.
Audrey moved down next to Nathan, since Claire’s attention had shifted to Dwight, who seemed pleased at this. Nathan looked to Audrey, giving her a wry smile, but Audrey ignored him. She leaned over him and tapped Jordan on her bare arm. Jordan turned away from Tommy, to whom she was apologizing to again, looking at Audrey as if she had slapped her in the face.
“He’s not the only one,” Audrey stated.
Tentatively she watched as Jordan’s glove came off, Jordan held one finger tip up and gingerly touched the blonde’s finger tip. When Audrey just smiled at her, Jordan put her palm to Audrey’s and their fingers entwined. Jordan closed her eyes and sighed, the passion in the sound drew everyone’s attention. Jordan quickly dropped her hand and blushed. She turned away from Audrey, back to Tommy, but the blush didn’t fade for some time.
“Soooo, tonight was fun…” Duke drawled, “Like something out of a Stephen King novel or miniseries.”
Audrey laughed, “You can say that again.”
“Oh! Audrey, stop drink-hey! Put it down! You have possible brain damage!” Claire said, the look of sudden remembrance, “Cut her off, bar keep!”
“Bar keep? Really?” Duke asked, but he did take away Audrey’s drink and finished it himself.
“Duke, that’s the least offensive thing I can call you,” Claire said, narrowing her eyes, in an attempt to look evil but given her costume and her doe eyes, she just looked like an angry puppy.
He held up his hands in defeat, “You win, Doc.”
Claire beamed at him, “Damn right, I do,” Then she turned her attention back to Dwight, “Sooooooo, do you want to walk me home?”
Dwight snorted into his drink, “Sure, why not.”
“Can’t resist those puppy dog eyes and short skirt, huh?” Tommy asked, glancing at them.
“Nope,” Dwight confirmed as he held Claire off her stool as she practically hopped out of the Gull. “Good night,” he called, closing the door behind him. They watched through the glass doors as Claire raced behind the towering man, slapping his ass then climbed up his back. His laughter rang clear back to the Gull as they disappeared into the darkness.
Audrey shook her head, “What a night.”
“Nah, it’s just a normal night in Haven,” Duke said, throwing back another shot.
--END--
Sorry I really couldn’t think of a better ending without turning it into a possible foursome, lol. And they were hinting at Stephen King’s miniseries Rose Red.
Can I get tags for Claire, Dwight, Jordan and Tommy?