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open_flameCharacter: Liz Sherman, Jack Harkness
Fandom: Hellboy, Torchwood (Bump in the Night Verse)
Rating: PG-13 (Alcohol use, tobacco use, and language)
Word Count: 1,400
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scifi_muses vol2 week 28
Nora Charles: [suffering from a hang-over] What hit me?
Nick Charles: The last martini.
AN: Liz is 21, the first time she’s run away from the BPRD. Atlantic City, here we come! Leave it to Jack to spoil all the fun. Lots of pauses...Seems Liz’s thoughts are even more frantic and scattered when she’s drunk off her ass. Assuming you’re allowed to smoke in bars in Atlantic City.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
captain_flyboy wrote a bookend to this here.
The room is spinning. Or maybe it’s just me. I can’t really dance all that well so I’m just…spinning.
The music is so loud and the…what did they call those things again…Cosmos…aren’t helping matters any. They taste like juice but they are not juice. They are the opposite of juice. I don’t think these things are good for you at all.
“New girl! Stop dancing and sit your skinny ass down a minute.” Stacy…I think that’s her name.... The hostess from work tugs on my arm and I plop down on the stool beside her. She pulls a cigarette from her purse and grins when not one, not two, but three guys lean over to light it for her.
“What are you doing?” My elbow is resting on the table as I place my chin in my hand and look at her curiously.
“What, smoking?” She looks at me like I’m a…freak when I ask her that. “You want one?” She slides the pack over to me. I scowl and blink and look at it a moment before placing one between my lips the way she has hers.
I bet it’d be so awesome to light these things with my fire.
There are no guys stumbling over each other to light it for me, so Stacy slides a lighter over to me with a smile. It’s not as nice as the ones Red has. I light it and draw in a lungful of smoke the way she does. It takes less than a second before my eyes are watering and I feel like I’m going to cough my lungs out.
“Easy, Kid.” I look at her like she’s got 3 heads…if that would be weird to me…when she calls me that. I don’t like it when other people call me that. “Just a little bit.” She demonstrates the proper technique and smiles at me as she blows a perfectly formed smoke ring, her lips puckering slightly as the trio of guys behind her make faces that show they’re…impressed I guess. I don’t know what normal guys do.
I try again, sucking in a smaller breath of smoke. I don’t cough, I don’t cry and…it’s kind of nice, really. Soothing. “See. These things are great.” Stacy smiles at me, a look of amusement in her eyes. “They keep you calm, they keep you from getting hungry and they help you pick up hot guys.”
Keep you calm…?
“What does smoking have to do with picking up guys?” I shake my head a few too many times and look at her confused once the room stops spinning again.
“Men are…simple. They see a bad girl and they are immediately interested. Must have something to do with pissing off their parents or showing up their friends or something.” She finishes her drink and nods behind me. “And it’s working. You got a hottie coming right towards you.”
“Huh?” I blink at her drunkenly then start to turn around before she slams her hand down on mine, making me wince in pain. “OW! What’d you do that for?”
“Don’t look, stupid! Make him come to you.” She shakes her head and looks at me like I’m an adorable little puppy she needs to train. Sad thing is, I kind of am. I’ve never been on my own before. I lean my head on my hand again as I think about how pathetically childish I really am. I can’t drive. I can’t cook. I’ve never been drunk before tonight, never had one of these…amazing little cigarettes without being covered in monster slime at the same time, and I’ve never…
“Liz?” My head pops up so fast I almost fall over when I hear his voice. It’s not the…Hypno-voice. It’s the ‘What are you doing?’ voice. I don’t like that voice.
I spin the stool around to look Jack right in the eyes. Well as best as I can seeing as it’s getting kind of hard to keep my eyes open.
“What are you doing?” See, I told you. He looks down at me. No smile. No sparkle in his eyes. Nothing.
“What… are you doing?” I crumple my face up in a scowl and push at him with the hand that’s not holding a cigarette. I knew it was only a matter of time before someone came looking for me. I just wasn't expecting it to be...him. “I haven’t seen you in over a YEAR, and now you have to come here…and ruin all my FUN?” I’m wobbling a bit or the room is wobbling or maybe there’s an earthquake. Are there earthquakes in New Jersey?
He rolls his eyes and doesn’t flinch when I try and shove him. “Liz. Come home.” He says firmly, still not smiling. Come home….Come home? Why should I come home? He’s never…home.
I hear the voice of my drinking buddy behind me, softer and less bitchy than before. “Liz…go home. If that’s who’s at home…then go the fuck home.” Stacy is staring at Jack with a dreamy look in her eyes. I don’t say anything, my jaw hanging open as I watch her. “Unless you don’t care who you go home with…” She stands close to him and rubs her fingers along Jack’s chest as she giggles and grins, her voice in a low gravelly purr that I assume is supposed to be seductive. I don’t know a lot about that either.
“Maybe next time.” Jack pulls her hand from his chest as he rebuffs her advances. She flops down on a stool with a pout, soon to be comforted by one of the guys who rushed to light her smoke a few minutes ago.
“Liz. Come back home. You don’t belong…here.” Jack focuses his attention back on me, then glances around the bar. I’m staring at him. Just about everyone in here is. “I’m not asking as your…boss.” He’s got that tone in his voice again. That one that makes me melt into a puddle on the floor. I think I actually am melting. Or maybe it’s all the booze. “Sweetheart, come home.”
He scowls when he notices the cigarette in my hand, reaching out to crush it with his fingers. “Hey, I wasn’t done with that!” I stand up and almost immediately fall down. Jack grabs my elbow and hoists me back to my feet before I can hit the floor. I stagger and sway a little once he lets go of me.
“What do you care what I do, anyway?” My words are slow and slurred, just like my thoughts.
He huffs and glances around again before leaning in close to my face. So very close... I can smell the coffee on his breath. “I care, alright!” Did he just snap at me? Oh, hell no!
“You don’t get to care anymore!” I shout as I shake my head enough to make me dizzy again. “Your caring privileges have been revoked. You are in...a no caring zone, Jack!” I lose the battle to stay upright once again, only this time I fall in such a way that he can actually pick me up before I can get a word in.
Is he fucking carrying me? The rooms spinning again.
God, am I tired.
I grumble and groan as I notice we’re in a car. A BPRD car, the one with the soft leather seats and the liquor in the fridge and the little divider that’s already up to keep the driver from ease dropping.
“Did you take Manning’s car?” I snort and giggle and look at Jack as he sits beside me frowning in that way he does when he’s really disappointed in me. I hate that frown.
“Yup. I’ll catch hell for it, too.” He looks right at me with a look of concern in his eyes I really was not expecting to see. Manning already hates him, and taking the car is just going to make Jack’s life that much harder.
I huff and curl my feet up under me as I try to wrap my head around this. Jack…took the car... to come to Atlantic City...after I ran away... to pick me up because he’s…concerned. Because he cares.
Damn.
I yawn and lose the battle to stay upright again, my head slumping over until it’s resting on his shoulder. I forget for a moment that I’m not supposed to sigh happily when he wraps his arm around me and pulls me in just a little bit closer. Oh, well. I’m…totally fucking drunk. I’m allowed to be happy. Even if it’s an alcohol induced happiness.
My smile turns into a yawn as I rub my eyes and turn my head to look up at him. He’s tired. I can tell. I wonder why. I smack my lips a few times before another little sigh that’s way too happy comes out of my mouth when I feel his fingers run along my arm. It's comforting...it feels...really nice.
“Alright you win, Jack. I’ll come home.”
Fandom: Hellboy, Torchwood (Bump in the Night Verse)
Rating: PG-13 (Alcohol use, tobacco use, and language)
Word Count: 1,400
Prompt
scifi_muses vol2 week 28 Nora Charles: [suffering from a hang-over] What hit me?
Nick Charles: The last martini.
AN: Liz is 21, the first time she’s run away from the BPRD. Atlantic City, here we come! Leave it to Jack to spoil all the fun. Lots of pauses...Seems Liz’s thoughts are even more frantic and scattered when she’s drunk off her ass. Assuming you’re allowed to smoke in bars in Atlantic City.
captain_flyboy wrote a bookend to this here. The room is spinning. Or maybe it’s just me. I can’t really dance all that well so I’m just…spinning.
The music is so loud and the…what did they call those things again…Cosmos…aren’t helping matters any. They taste like juice but they are not juice. They are the opposite of juice. I don’t think these things are good for you at all.
“New girl! Stop dancing and sit your skinny ass down a minute.” Stacy…I think that’s her name.... The hostess from work tugs on my arm and I plop down on the stool beside her. She pulls a cigarette from her purse and grins when not one, not two, but three guys lean over to light it for her.
“What are you doing?” My elbow is resting on the table as I place my chin in my hand and look at her curiously.
“What, smoking?” She looks at me like I’m a…freak when I ask her that. “You want one?” She slides the pack over to me. I scowl and blink and look at it a moment before placing one between my lips the way she has hers.
I bet it’d be so awesome to light these things with my fire.
There are no guys stumbling over each other to light it for me, so Stacy slides a lighter over to me with a smile. It’s not as nice as the ones Red has. I light it and draw in a lungful of smoke the way she does. It takes less than a second before my eyes are watering and I feel like I’m going to cough my lungs out.
“Easy, Kid.” I look at her like she’s got 3 heads…if that would be weird to me…when she calls me that. I don’t like it when other people call me that. “Just a little bit.” She demonstrates the proper technique and smiles at me as she blows a perfectly formed smoke ring, her lips puckering slightly as the trio of guys behind her make faces that show they’re…impressed I guess. I don’t know what normal guys do.
I try again, sucking in a smaller breath of smoke. I don’t cough, I don’t cry and…it’s kind of nice, really. Soothing. “See. These things are great.” Stacy smiles at me, a look of amusement in her eyes. “They keep you calm, they keep you from getting hungry and they help you pick up hot guys.”
Keep you calm…?
“What does smoking have to do with picking up guys?” I shake my head a few too many times and look at her confused once the room stops spinning again.
“Men are…simple. They see a bad girl and they are immediately interested. Must have something to do with pissing off their parents or showing up their friends or something.” She finishes her drink and nods behind me. “And it’s working. You got a hottie coming right towards you.”
“Huh?” I blink at her drunkenly then start to turn around before she slams her hand down on mine, making me wince in pain. “OW! What’d you do that for?”
“Don’t look, stupid! Make him come to you.” She shakes her head and looks at me like I’m an adorable little puppy she needs to train. Sad thing is, I kind of am. I’ve never been on my own before. I lean my head on my hand again as I think about how pathetically childish I really am. I can’t drive. I can’t cook. I’ve never been drunk before tonight, never had one of these…amazing little cigarettes without being covered in monster slime at the same time, and I’ve never…
“Liz?” My head pops up so fast I almost fall over when I hear his voice. It’s not the…Hypno-voice. It’s the ‘What are you doing?’ voice. I don’t like that voice.
I spin the stool around to look Jack right in the eyes. Well as best as I can seeing as it’s getting kind of hard to keep my eyes open.
“What are you doing?” See, I told you. He looks down at me. No smile. No sparkle in his eyes. Nothing.
“What… are you doing?” I crumple my face up in a scowl and push at him with the hand that’s not holding a cigarette. I knew it was only a matter of time before someone came looking for me. I just wasn't expecting it to be...him. “I haven’t seen you in over a YEAR, and now you have to come here…and ruin all my FUN?” I’m wobbling a bit or the room is wobbling or maybe there’s an earthquake. Are there earthquakes in New Jersey?
He rolls his eyes and doesn’t flinch when I try and shove him. “Liz. Come home.” He says firmly, still not smiling. Come home….Come home? Why should I come home? He’s never…home.
I hear the voice of my drinking buddy behind me, softer and less bitchy than before. “Liz…go home. If that’s who’s at home…then go the fuck home.” Stacy is staring at Jack with a dreamy look in her eyes. I don’t say anything, my jaw hanging open as I watch her. “Unless you don’t care who you go home with…” She stands close to him and rubs her fingers along Jack’s chest as she giggles and grins, her voice in a low gravelly purr that I assume is supposed to be seductive. I don’t know a lot about that either.
“Maybe next time.” Jack pulls her hand from his chest as he rebuffs her advances. She flops down on a stool with a pout, soon to be comforted by one of the guys who rushed to light her smoke a few minutes ago.
“Liz. Come back home. You don’t belong…here.” Jack focuses his attention back on me, then glances around the bar. I’m staring at him. Just about everyone in here is. “I’m not asking as your…boss.” He’s got that tone in his voice again. That one that makes me melt into a puddle on the floor. I think I actually am melting. Or maybe it’s all the booze. “Sweetheart, come home.”
He scowls when he notices the cigarette in my hand, reaching out to crush it with his fingers. “Hey, I wasn’t done with that!” I stand up and almost immediately fall down. Jack grabs my elbow and hoists me back to my feet before I can hit the floor. I stagger and sway a little once he lets go of me.
“What do you care what I do, anyway?” My words are slow and slurred, just like my thoughts.
He huffs and glances around again before leaning in close to my face. So very close... I can smell the coffee on his breath. “I care, alright!” Did he just snap at me? Oh, hell no!
“You don’t get to care anymore!” I shout as I shake my head enough to make me dizzy again. “Your caring privileges have been revoked. You are in...a no caring zone, Jack!” I lose the battle to stay upright once again, only this time I fall in such a way that he can actually pick me up before I can get a word in.
Is he fucking carrying me? The rooms spinning again.
God, am I tired.
I grumble and groan as I notice we’re in a car. A BPRD car, the one with the soft leather seats and the liquor in the fridge and the little divider that’s already up to keep the driver from ease dropping.
“Did you take Manning’s car?” I snort and giggle and look at Jack as he sits beside me frowning in that way he does when he’s really disappointed in me. I hate that frown.
“Yup. I’ll catch hell for it, too.” He looks right at me with a look of concern in his eyes I really was not expecting to see. Manning already hates him, and taking the car is just going to make Jack’s life that much harder.
I huff and curl my feet up under me as I try to wrap my head around this. Jack…took the car... to come to Atlantic City...after I ran away... to pick me up because he’s…concerned. Because he cares.
Damn.
I yawn and lose the battle to stay upright again, my head slumping over until it’s resting on his shoulder. I forget for a moment that I’m not supposed to sigh happily when he wraps his arm around me and pulls me in just a little bit closer. Oh, well. I’m…totally fucking drunk. I’m allowed to be happy. Even if it’s an alcohol induced happiness.
My smile turns into a yawn as I rub my eyes and turn my head to look up at him. He’s tired. I can tell. I wonder why. I smack my lips a few times before another little sigh that’s way too happy comes out of my mouth when I feel his fingers run along my arm. It's comforting...it feels...really nice.
“Alright you win, Jack. I’ll come home.”
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