Hello

[dirty-diana.livejournal.com]

Hi, first time poster. This week is turning out to be all about the drabble communities and the brand-new fandoms. This isn't a whole story, just an intro, I'm working my way up. Two telephone references, do I get a prize?

"You okay, Ray?" the bartender asks me.

"I'm fine," I answer, but he's looking at me like he doesn't believe it.

"You want me to call someone to come pick you up? Maybe the Mountie?"

No. What I want is another beer, maybe two. Having Fraser come over and make his
disapproving Canadian face, that's not what I want at all. So how come I'm reciting Fraser's phone number, like a fucking robot on autopilot?

Cause I'm a moron?

Cause I'm a drunk moron?

Yeah, that's probably why. And I don't even remember seeing the barman put down the phone, before Fraser's standing over me. Probably stepped into the nearest phonebooth, put on his cape, and flew right over.

"I'm not drunk," I tell him.

"Of course not, Ray." He's not making his disapproving face, not yet, but he just got here.
Instead his blue eyes are set in a bit of a frown, like he can't quite figure out what's wrong with me. "Your friend thought I could perhaps be of assistance. In helping you get home."

"I don't need any assistance, Fraser. I can get home by myself." And I start to stand up, and that's when my legs give way, and I'm falling, crashing into Fraser. Graceful. Like a fucking ballerina.

But he catches me, cause that's what he does. Grabs hold of me with both arms, holds my weight without even stumbling. His grip is solid, and I'm right inside his space, I can smell him, all cleaness and leather, and he's looking down at me, still frowning.

There it is. The disapproving face. "Were you planning to drive there, Ray?"

Comments

[aerye.livejournal.com]

This is dinging on something really nice for me--there's tension here and some lovely unspoken but nicely hinted at issues dancing about. Would like to see the rest of the story.

[beledibabe.livejournal.com]

Good start! ::rubbing hands gleefully:: Ah, another one to the slaughter fold! Yes, I'd like to see you continue this.

[brooklinegirl.livejournal.com]

What a great set-up! I do so like belligerant, drunken Ray, and his sarcasm regarding "Fraser to the rescue." I do hope you find some time to follow this up.

[ajinamoto.livejournal.com]

Okay, you've hooked me and you're reeling me in.

This is a great intro. I hope the rest isn't far behind!

[lamardeuse.livejournal.com]

Welcome!

and...

:::whimper:::

...where's the rest?

Can I have the rest?

Please?

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Lovely. I could *feel* Fraser holding Ray as I read this...and now (selfishly) I want *more* holding.

Welcome!

(...*very* welcome!)

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

Ooh. I love that sarcastic snarky side of Fraser. "Planning to drive there," indeed!~ Very nice. Welcome, welcome. You brought us a nice housewarming gift.

SHAY

[dirty-diana.livejournal.com]

Mmmn, snarky Fraser. I love him too. Thank you.

[murielperun.livejournal.com]

A lovely beginning! I figure at some point maybe Ray will need a little help getting undressed...?

[dirty-diana.livejournal.com]

Hee. Definitely an idea. Thank you.

Re:

[murielperun.livejournal.com]

No, thank you! Especially if you write it. ;-)

[akite.livejournal.com]

Yeah, what they said. Welcome! Sit down and stay a while. Write. ::g::

[rubyrosered.livejournal.com]

I like it! I like it! And I'm with everyone else, I want the rest. This is a great teaser, though!

[dirty-diana.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I feel so encouraged. I'll have to work on it. I have so many plot bunnies squealing for attention, I'll try to bump that one up.

[cesperanza.livejournal.com]

Great dramatic tension in this scene. Add my vote to the pile of people who want more!

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[dirty-diana.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm working on it, I swear.