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So, I've been working on a somewhat bizarre, Ryan POV GSF, and then I took a break to write this. Just a scene from the vampire AU that sekkritbandomlj and I have been discussing, which is very addictive, completely absurd, and involves 3/4 of Panic being vampires.
If the fic were ever to be written, which I most certainly am not saying it would be, this scene would probably not be written like this, especially since I'm not a fan of Ryan's dialogue so much, but. It was very, very tempting, okay? *runs off*
"That one. He's hot."
"Not in the mood for a blond tonight," Ryan says thoughtfully. He can be so picky sometimes, Jon thinks fondly.
"How about that one, then?" Spencer suggests. He's probably rolling his eyes. "Not a blond hair in sight."
"Yeah, because it's all pink. Ooh, wait."
"What?"
"There. On the dancefloor."
"Thanks, Ryan, for that amazingly specific - oh. Oh. In the purple shirt?"
"Lavender, really."
"Fine, lavender. That one?"
Ryan's "Yes." sounds more like a groan than an actual word. "Oh, it has to be him."
"Are you sure he'll be enough for the three of us?" Spencer sounds doubtful. "He's not exactly a big guy."
"We'll grab one for each of us at the next club. It'll be like having dessert first."
"Well, when you put it that way... Look at that ass."
"His ass? Spencer, look at his neck. Just look."
"What about his wrists?" Jon interrupts, because when Spencer and Ryan get caught up discussing necks, they always forget that other vampires in the room may prefer other body parts.
"Look for yourself," Spencer says, so Jon finally stops smiling down into his drink and glances up to find their future snack.
It's not hard to spot the dancing boy in the pale purple shirt. Jon shakes his head immediately. "No way. You can't bite him, what are you thinking?"
"Why not?" Ryan demands, pouting, even though if anyone tried to describe it like that to his face, he would probably break all the fingers on their right hand.
"Because it would be like biting a kitten," Jon informs him, glancing back at the kid. Definitely a kitten. "No way."
"But we wouldn't kill him," Ryan protests, but Jon just shakes his head again.
"Not a chance. Pick someone else if you still want to have dessert first."
If the fic were ever to be written, which I most certainly am not saying it would be, this scene would probably not be written like this, especially since I'm not a fan of Ryan's dialogue so much, but. It was very, very tempting, okay? *runs off*
"That one. He's hot."
"Not in the mood for a blond tonight," Ryan says thoughtfully. He can be so picky sometimes, Jon thinks fondly.
"How about that one, then?" Spencer suggests. He's probably rolling his eyes. "Not a blond hair in sight."
"Yeah, because it's all pink. Ooh, wait."
"What?"
"There. On the dancefloor."
"Thanks, Ryan, for that amazingly specific - oh. Oh. In the purple shirt?"
"Lavender, really."
"Fine, lavender. That one?"
Ryan's "Yes." sounds more like a groan than an actual word. "Oh, it has to be him."
"Are you sure he'll be enough for the three of us?" Spencer sounds doubtful. "He's not exactly a big guy."
"We'll grab one for each of us at the next club. It'll be like having dessert first."
"Well, when you put it that way... Look at that ass."
"His ass? Spencer, look at his neck. Just look."
"What about his wrists?" Jon interrupts, because when Spencer and Ryan get caught up discussing necks, they always forget that other vampires in the room may prefer other body parts.
"Look for yourself," Spencer says, so Jon finally stops smiling down into his drink and glances up to find their future snack.
It's not hard to spot the dancing boy in the pale purple shirt. Jon shakes his head immediately. "No way. You can't bite him, what are you thinking?"
"Why not?" Ryan demands, pouting, even though if anyone tried to describe it like that to his face, he would probably break all the fingers on their right hand.
"Because it would be like biting a kitten," Jon informs him, glancing back at the kid. Definitely a kitten. "No way."
"But we wouldn't kill him," Ryan protests, but Jon just shakes his head again.
"Not a chance. Pick someone else if you still want to have dessert first."