"Time Flies" Reservoir Dogs double drabble Rated PG-13
Title: Time Flies
Fandom: Reservoir Dogs
Pairing: Mr. Orange/OFC
Rating: R
Wordcount: 200
Notes/Warnings: First time writing the fandom. Birthday ficlet for acidic_flower. Thanks to hllangel for insta-Beta.
Summary: Building the legend.
One pack of cigarettes. Too many drinks. Hours spent establishing the identity of a guy who’d sit in stale gloom of a titty-bar all day.
The girls had given up on him early. Clearly he wasn’t interested in them, although come to think of it, maybe he should be. He hadn’t had any since he went undercover and that would look wrong if they were checking up on him.
Flipping a mental coin, he chose the redhead. With a smile and a flashed bill, he managed to set up a lap-dance in the back room.
The music pounded in his ears as Jolene gyrated and bounced, finally straddling and grinding against him until his body reacted and his gasp was drowned out by the booming baseline.
She brought her mouth to his ear and for a laughable second he though she was going to kiss him.
“Five hundred for the night,” she said, reminding him of their respective roles in this game.
He shrugged and dismissed her with a hundred dollar tip. Holdaway would shit a brick, but hey, it was all for job, right? Had to make it convincing.
And why shouldn’t he have some fun along the way?
Fandom: Reservoir Dogs
Pairing: Mr. Orange/OFC
Rating: R
Wordcount: 200
Notes/Warnings: First time writing the fandom. Birthday ficlet for acidic_flower. Thanks to hllangel for insta-Beta.
Summary: Building the legend.
One pack of cigarettes. Too many drinks. Hours spent establishing the identity of a guy who’d sit in stale gloom of a titty-bar all day.
The girls had given up on him early. Clearly he wasn’t interested in them, although come to think of it, maybe he should be. He hadn’t had any since he went undercover and that would look wrong if they were checking up on him.
Flipping a mental coin, he chose the redhead. With a smile and a flashed bill, he managed to set up a lap-dance in the back room.
The music pounded in his ears as Jolene gyrated and bounced, finally straddling and grinding against him until his body reacted and his gasp was drowned out by the booming baseline.
She brought her mouth to his ear and for a laughable second he though she was going to kiss him.
“Five hundred for the night,” she said, reminding him of their respective roles in this game.
He shrugged and dismissed her with a hundred dollar tip. Holdaway would shit a brick, but hey, it was all for job, right? Had to make it convincing.
And why shouldn’t he have some fun along the way?