Bow-Chika Bow-Wow
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Bow-Chika Bow-Wow
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Stella Bonasara/Deven Wilkins (OC)
Prompt: Drunk
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI:NY, but I do own Deven, so don’t use him without permission.
Authors Note: Written for I luvroadrunner6 who wanted a Deven and Stella fic.
Deven did not want an explanation about why Truly wasn’t at work. All he wanted to know was why she didn’t call him and tell him she wasn’t there. He was worried, Truly was his friend but he was her boss too, and sometimes (even if he didn’t want to) he would have to be her boss.
Even at times like this. Where he was standing in front of her apartment door, his hand poised out to knock when he heard the unmistakable sounds of....
"Bow-chika bow-wow," said Deven bitterly under his breath. He was disappointed in Truly and Don. That boy should have learned by now that Truly would hurt him.
Deven shook his head and retreated from Truly apartment, pulling out his phone as he did, racking his brain for someone who would understand his pain. It wasn’t that he wished Truly and Don would give up trying to be together, he just wished they would try harder and not fucking up.
Deven choose a number and dialed it with slight hesitation. He wondered momentarily if she’d be sleeping at this time of night, but his thoughts were interrupted by Stella’s voice on the other line.
"Bonasara."
"Stella, it’s Deven."
"D-Deven? What do you need?"
"I was wondering if you would like to talk about our mutual friend over a shot or four."
"What did she do?"
"I’m thinking that my answer would be too cliche," said Deven with a smirk. "Drinks, Stella?"
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"I can’t believe her," muttered Stella, taking a swig of her beer as she sat across from Deven in a smoky, out-of-the-way bar near Deven’s theater. She had her hair pulled up in a clip and was shaking her head. Deven chuckled at her darkly.
"I can," he said, his words slurring slightly. Stella stared at him incredulously while Deven clicked his shot glass against the table distractedly, staring off in to space as he continued. "Truly knows better, yeah, but he knows better too."
Deven looked at Stella like he just noticed she was there and tilted his head to the side. "You know, I can’t even remember the last time we had a conversation together that didn’t evolve around those two."
"We never really gave the time to try," said Stella fidgeting in her seat. "I like talking to you though."
"So do I, Stella," said Deven, leaning forward in his seat across the table. "I’ve always liked you."
"I think you might be drunk," said Stella with a chuckle. Deven looked unfazed by her comment and continued staring at her.
"I’m much less arrogant and sarcastic when I’m drunk," said Deven with a small smirk, sliding his hand across the table and touching Stella’s. "And since you pretty much leave me with nothing clever to say already, you get a completely sober me when I’m drunk."
"And what would drunk Deven say in this type of situation? Regarding you and me."
"I think he’d ask you out for good," said Deven, the smirk sliding into a content look on his face, while Stella’s cheeks reddened a bit.
"I like drunk Deven, he’s absolutely charming."