Fic: Girls Night / Boys Night (CSI Miami, Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko)
Title: Girls Night / Boys Night
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pairing: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Rating: PG
Feedback: Always Welcome
“Come on, snap out of it.” Corinne placed their drinks on the table and sat down
next to her friend. “Break up’s happen and then you move on to the next guy.”
“I know, but why didn’t he tell me before?” Lana groaned. “One day he just
figured out he preferred men. How the hell can I compete with that? I don’t
have the necessary parts.”
“Forget him! World is full of men, even this bar is full of men. Take your pick.”
“It’s too soon.”
“It’s soon enough. I already got couple suitable ones on my radar. Barcounter,
next to the plump old crow in a mini.”
Lana twisted her head to see to the counter. Two men were sitting there,
talking eagerly with half-drunk pints in front of them.
“I think they’re work buddies, I heard them talking about shifts when I went
to get us drinks.”
“What makes you think they’re not waiting for girlfriends?”
“I can smell it. Which one do you want?”
“Cori! You can’t be serious-”
“Calm down. Why do you think people come here? To get laid. Think about
it as a shock therapy.”
Lana turned to see the men again and stayed silent for a while.
“Fine. You got a favourite?”
“That’s the spirit! Just like old times.You take the first pick."
"The one on the left."
"With the orange shirt and jeans? That one has very nice eyes.” She
paused. “And ass to match.”
“So, you`ll take the latino.”
“Yeah, but before anything else I need to do one thing.”
“What?”
“Strip that shirt off him. Floral prints don’t look good on anyone.”
“How do we operate?”
“First it’s good to make it clear you are available.”
“So…?”
“Go get us new drinks and lean so that they can see your cleavage.
That usually works. It’s also good to combine that to a hair flip.”
“Any other suggestions?”
“Yep. Remember to arch your back when you lean to the counter. It gives
them nice mental images.”
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“How did it go? That fatso convention parked itself in the middle of the
floor, I couldn’t see anything.”
“Well, I did exactly what you told me to do.” Lana moaned and sat down
again.
“Did he react?”
“No, but the barman did. He looked at me and gave me a warning.”
“Warning?”
“Yeah. He said that they don’t allow that sort of business here, and if I try
to pick up customers here again, I’ll get banned for life.”
“They thought….”
“That’s exactly what they thought! Where did you get those ideas?”
“They work at the office! And think how well it worked in Pretty Woman!”
“You took pick-up tips from that film?”
“It’s a good movie.”
“It’s about a hooker. That’s not a role model I want to follow. And you haven’t
even heard about the Grand Finale.”
“What?”
“After a got scolded in front of those guys, I panicked and I flinched and….”
“And?”
“And I spilled my drink to that guys trousers.”
“Where exactly?” Corinne grinned.
“Right there.”
“You’re a genius. Did you offer to wipe it off?”
“No. The barman looked like he was about to kick me out, and that latino
was already drying him before I had a chance to do anything. I escaped
as soon as I could.”
“I think he left.” Corinne scanned the bar quickly. “Can’t see him anywhere.”
“Good, that episode was embarrassing enough. I want to leave.” Lana
looked at her friend. “Are you even listening to me?”
“My guy`s getting up… and look at that grin… and heading to the bathrooms.
Oh yeah, that was an invitation.”
“He didn’t even look at you.”
“A woman knows those signs. Hold my purse, I think I’m in for a wild ride
in a cubicle.” Corinne shoved her bag to Lana and headed to the bathrooms.
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“That was fast.” Lana commented when Corinne returned to their table.
“Well, I was half right.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was right when I said he wanted a wild ride. Except that he didn’t want
it with me. I also found out where your guy went.”
“Where?”
“You really need to ask?”
Lana went quiet for a minute, then she blushed furiously. “You don’t
mean…”
“That’s exactly what I mean. I should have never taken you with me,
when you’re around they all just go gay. I don’t know how you do it.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Just let me complain and get it out of my system. We’re gonna have to
move on to plan B.”
“What’s plan B?”
“We’ll get absolutely trashed, wait till last call and pick up the bouncer.”