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Title: Lush Fruits
Author: Jeweleyes
Rating: PG-14, for boozing
Word count: 395
Characters: Q-Chan, Count D, Leon
Notes: A long drabble inspired only loosely by this week's challenge. There's not enough Q-Chan-centered drabbles...
“Please have another drink, Count.” The middle aged matron smiled graciously as she handed D another strawberry daiquiri.
“My thanks, but I really should start on today’s session.” He replied, setting the drink down and approaching the ornate cage that contained a rather ill-disposed mynah bird. Sitting on the coffee table, Q-Chan heard the woman’s barely suppressed sigh of disappointment. The wolpertinger chirped quietly in amusement, the society ladies all admired his grandson’s skill with the exotic animals they kept as amusements, but they admired the young Count’s exotic attractiveness even more. As such they were perpetually sending him “private” invitations and plying him with expensive food and powerful drink, hoping to cause him to take a temporary leave of his good sense. How the bored, lonely, wealthy ladies would gossip if one of them were to bed Count D!
The sweet, alluring scent of ripe strawberries drew Q-Chan to the abandoned glass of alcohol. Perching on the rim, he inhaled deeply, whiskers twitching. No expense spared here! The liquor and the fruit were both of the finest quality. And oh, it had been so long since he had enjoyed a goblet of port or a cup of sake. One taste wouldn’t hurt…
“Q-Chan!” having finally coaxed the reluctant mynah to sing ‘Greensleeves’, D cast a surprised gaze over his pet, who was currently marinating in the inch of drink left in a previously full glass. The culprit started guiltily, and lifted unsteadily into the air.
Q-Chan blinked, why were objects blurring in and out of focus? Adjusting uncooperative wings, he prepared to land on what he perceived to be his grandson’s shoulder. D gasped, flinching instinctively as sharp little claws pierced the skin of his neck. Thrown off balance, Q-Chan cartwheeled helplessly down the slick silk covering D’s arm, before landing in his cupped palms. “That was hardly professional!” D scolded his pet as they left the client’s house.
“Hey Count! What’s up?” Leon’s voice boomed through the otherwise quiet shop and echoed painfully in Q-Chan’s head. The little creature eyed the detective blearily, wishing the loud young man would just shut his mouth.
“Hey, what’s with the bat-thing today?” Leon’s finger jabbed Q-Chan’s side. “Is it sick?”
“Mr. Detective, please do not do that…”
D’s warning came too late, as a hungover Q-Chan decided enough was enough and viscously bit the detective’s nose.
Author: Jeweleyes
Rating: PG-14, for boozing
Word count: 395
Characters: Q-Chan, Count D, Leon
Notes: A long drabble inspired only loosely by this week's challenge. There's not enough Q-Chan-centered drabbles...
“Please have another drink, Count.” The middle aged matron smiled graciously as she handed D another strawberry daiquiri.
“My thanks, but I really should start on today’s session.” He replied, setting the drink down and approaching the ornate cage that contained a rather ill-disposed mynah bird. Sitting on the coffee table, Q-Chan heard the woman’s barely suppressed sigh of disappointment. The wolpertinger chirped quietly in amusement, the society ladies all admired his grandson’s skill with the exotic animals they kept as amusements, but they admired the young Count’s exotic attractiveness even more. As such they were perpetually sending him “private” invitations and plying him with expensive food and powerful drink, hoping to cause him to take a temporary leave of his good sense. How the bored, lonely, wealthy ladies would gossip if one of them were to bed Count D!
The sweet, alluring scent of ripe strawberries drew Q-Chan to the abandoned glass of alcohol. Perching on the rim, he inhaled deeply, whiskers twitching. No expense spared here! The liquor and the fruit were both of the finest quality. And oh, it had been so long since he had enjoyed a goblet of port or a cup of sake. One taste wouldn’t hurt…
“Q-Chan!” having finally coaxed the reluctant mynah to sing ‘Greensleeves’, D cast a surprised gaze over his pet, who was currently marinating in the inch of drink left in a previously full glass. The culprit started guiltily, and lifted unsteadily into the air.
Q-Chan blinked, why were objects blurring in and out of focus? Adjusting uncooperative wings, he prepared to land on what he perceived to be his grandson’s shoulder. D gasped, flinching instinctively as sharp little claws pierced the skin of his neck. Thrown off balance, Q-Chan cartwheeled helplessly down the slick silk covering D’s arm, before landing in his cupped palms. “That was hardly professional!” D scolded his pet as they left the client’s house.
“Hey Count! What’s up?” Leon’s voice boomed through the otherwise quiet shop and echoed painfully in Q-Chan’s head. The little creature eyed the detective blearily, wishing the loud young man would just shut his mouth.
“Hey, what’s with the bat-thing today?” Leon’s finger jabbed Q-Chan’s side. “Is it sick?”
“Mr. Detective, please do not do that…”
D’s warning came too late, as a hungover Q-Chan decided enough was enough and viscously bit the detective’s nose.