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metropolitan glide - part two
title - "metropolitan glide"
author - eri
pairing - AU monaboyd.
rating - will get to NC-17
warnings - angst. violence. smut.
disclaimer - if you can prove this happened, i will do a little dance.
summary - monaboyd meets film noir, set in 1940’s los angeles. detective monaghan gets a new client, and finds himself getting more than he bargained for. beta'd by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadedinfinity, who is still not an ass. this part is dedicated to canciona, cos she makes tasty cookies. :P
previous: one
x-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
monaboyd and fellow_shippers.
We decided to close up shop shortly after William left, as it was getting late in the day, and every one would be wanting to get home and out of the sun. Miranda came in to see me before she left, 'cos she knew I'd want to ask her about our client.
She came into my office with the day's mail, busying herself by tidying up after me as I put on my tie.
"So, Mira, what do you think about Mr. Boyd?" I asked.
"What did he want you for?" she questioned, moving our whiskey glasses to the counter.
"Wants me to follow his girl, see if she's seeing someone on the sly."
She raised an eyebrow at me. "Really? He didn't give me the impassioned lover impression."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, leaning against my desk and facing her. "What impression did he give you?"
Miranda shrugged. "Rich, but didn't like it. Calm. Not really soft-spoken, but on the quiet side."
There were many times I'd been thankful to have someone like her around, and I knew that this wouldn’t be the last time. I told her about what William said, and the way he said it.
"You don't think this is going to be cut-and-dry, do you?" she asked.
"Not in the slightest. I think that there's something he's not saying. I'd like to know what, but I may find out tomorrow when I chase Alison."
She got that worried look on her face, the kind that made me want to roll my eyes. "You watch yourself, Dominic."
"Yes, mother," I joked. I thought her concern was endearing. Another reason I kept her around, made me feel needed. "I can handle my own, doll, no worries."
She nodded at my grin, and gave me a small smile in return. "I know. But no one else in this town will treat me as good as you do."
"You're damned right." I got my jacket and hat from the hook, and followed her to the main room, locking the office door behind me. She grabbed her coat and purse from her desk, and turned off the lights as we exited.
"You need a ride home?" I asked.
"No, David's coming to get me."
We walked down the stairs and out to the street, already full of people eager to get home. I said goodnight to her at the doorway, and walked down the street, dodging pedestrians. I wasn’t in the mood to go home just yet, knowing that I’d just stay up thinking about my new client, so I made my way to the bar ‘round the corner.
When I’d first moved to Los Angeles, I’d always thought it was a town full of glitz and glamor, where gorgeous dames flocked to you, and everyone was famous and going for their dreams. Took me about three hours to throw that conclusion right out the window. The city teemed with life, an organism unto herself, filled with both the good, bad, and the ugly. My business kept me mostly focused on the latter two, but every now and then, I’d take some time to relax, take a walk in a park, or leave the city altogether and go to the beach. Living inside a constant whir of noise and smoke got to a person after a while. And when I couldn’t get out of the city, I always had a place I could go for a short break from reality.
I’d been a regular at Rosie’s ever since I’d started my business. It was a quiet, out-of-the-way sort of place, where businessmen and scoundrels alike could get a drink and a bit of information. Sean, the bloke behind the counter, was a good-natured guy who kept a lookout for trouble, and wouldn’t have any of it come in. Why he ever welcomed yours truly into his place was beyond me.
Rosie’s wasn’t very busy, just a couple regulars scattered around, nursing their evening drinks, reluctant to go home to the wife and kids. Sean was behind the counter, taking orders from his waitress. Liv was a nice girl; a bit dull around the edges, but with a face that could stop traffic. She wanted to be an actress, and spent most of her time hanging around local actors and agents, waiting for her “big break,” just like every other girl in town. She also spent her time batting her pretty eyelashes at me, and the rest of the guys couldn’t see why I wasn’t returning the favor. Guess I didn’t feel the need to follow in everyone’s footsteps, if you get what I mean.
I sauntered up to the bar, giving Sean and Liv a nod. Liv smiled her movie-star grin at me, and kissed my cheek as she passed with her tray of drinks. Sean was already pouring a double whiskey for me, and set it in front of me before I had even taken my hat off.
“Thanks, Sean,” I said, raising the glass to him. I sipped it slow, the burn lingering at the back of my throat. “How’s business?” I asked, following my normal routine.
“Same as always. How’s yours?” he asked, as per usual.
“Getting better. Got a client today.” I pulled out a cigarette, and fumbled in my pockets for a match.
Quick as a flash, Sean struck a match against the counter and held it out for me.
“Don’t know what I’d do without you, mate,” I said, grinning.
“I don’t either,” he replied, leaning against the bar. “New client?”
“Yeah, wants me to watch his girl, thinks she’s fooling around. That’s what he says, anyway, but he doesn’t seem concerned with her, really.”
“What’s his name?”
“William Boyd,” I said. Never thought I’d get tired of saying that name. I sipped at my drink, the whiskey reminding me of his voice; warm and sensual.
“Don’t know him,” Sean said, nodding at a couple of patrons. “What’s he do?”
“Publishing. Books and such.”
“Want me to ask around?” Good ol’ Sean, always willing to help a bloke in need. With as much business as went on in this place, he could always keep an ear out for any information I needed.
“You’re an angel, Seanie,” I said, winking at him.
“Tell me that after you pay your tab,” he replied, and made his way down the bar.
I spent another hour or so at Rosie’s, chatting with the guys and letting Liv brush up against me a few times, before I finally called it a night. After all, I had an early start in the morning.
The sun had already set, and given the promise of a cool evening to make up for the sweltering day. I straightened my hat and strolled down the block to the small flat I called home, paying no attention to the car parked in front of the bar, or the two men in it.
author - eri
pairing - AU monaboyd.
rating - will get to NC-17
warnings - angst. violence. smut.
disclaimer - if you can prove this happened, i will do a little dance.
summary - monaboyd meets film noir, set in 1940’s los angeles. detective monaghan gets a new client, and finds himself getting more than he bargained for. beta'd by
shadedinfinity, who is still not an ass. this part is dedicated to canciona, cos she makes tasty cookies. :Pprevious: one
x-posted to
monaboyd and fellow_shippers. We decided to close up shop shortly after William left, as it was getting late in the day, and every one would be wanting to get home and out of the sun. Miranda came in to see me before she left, 'cos she knew I'd want to ask her about our client.
She came into my office with the day's mail, busying herself by tidying up after me as I put on my tie.
"So, Mira, what do you think about Mr. Boyd?" I asked.
"What did he want you for?" she questioned, moving our whiskey glasses to the counter.
"Wants me to follow his girl, see if she's seeing someone on the sly."
She raised an eyebrow at me. "Really? He didn't give me the impassioned lover impression."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, leaning against my desk and facing her. "What impression did he give you?"
Miranda shrugged. "Rich, but didn't like it. Calm. Not really soft-spoken, but on the quiet side."
There were many times I'd been thankful to have someone like her around, and I knew that this wouldn’t be the last time. I told her about what William said, and the way he said it.
"You don't think this is going to be cut-and-dry, do you?" she asked.
"Not in the slightest. I think that there's something he's not saying. I'd like to know what, but I may find out tomorrow when I chase Alison."
She got that worried look on her face, the kind that made me want to roll my eyes. "You watch yourself, Dominic."
"Yes, mother," I joked. I thought her concern was endearing. Another reason I kept her around, made me feel needed. "I can handle my own, doll, no worries."
She nodded at my grin, and gave me a small smile in return. "I know. But no one else in this town will treat me as good as you do."
"You're damned right." I got my jacket and hat from the hook, and followed her to the main room, locking the office door behind me. She grabbed her coat and purse from her desk, and turned off the lights as we exited.
"You need a ride home?" I asked.
"No, David's coming to get me."
We walked down the stairs and out to the street, already full of people eager to get home. I said goodnight to her at the doorway, and walked down the street, dodging pedestrians. I wasn’t in the mood to go home just yet, knowing that I’d just stay up thinking about my new client, so I made my way to the bar ‘round the corner.
When I’d first moved to Los Angeles, I’d always thought it was a town full of glitz and glamor, where gorgeous dames flocked to you, and everyone was famous and going for their dreams. Took me about three hours to throw that conclusion right out the window. The city teemed with life, an organism unto herself, filled with both the good, bad, and the ugly. My business kept me mostly focused on the latter two, but every now and then, I’d take some time to relax, take a walk in a park, or leave the city altogether and go to the beach. Living inside a constant whir of noise and smoke got to a person after a while. And when I couldn’t get out of the city, I always had a place I could go for a short break from reality.
I’d been a regular at Rosie’s ever since I’d started my business. It was a quiet, out-of-the-way sort of place, where businessmen and scoundrels alike could get a drink and a bit of information. Sean, the bloke behind the counter, was a good-natured guy who kept a lookout for trouble, and wouldn’t have any of it come in. Why he ever welcomed yours truly into his place was beyond me.
Rosie’s wasn’t very busy, just a couple regulars scattered around, nursing their evening drinks, reluctant to go home to the wife and kids. Sean was behind the counter, taking orders from his waitress. Liv was a nice girl; a bit dull around the edges, but with a face that could stop traffic. She wanted to be an actress, and spent most of her time hanging around local actors and agents, waiting for her “big break,” just like every other girl in town. She also spent her time batting her pretty eyelashes at me, and the rest of the guys couldn’t see why I wasn’t returning the favor. Guess I didn’t feel the need to follow in everyone’s footsteps, if you get what I mean.
I sauntered up to the bar, giving Sean and Liv a nod. Liv smiled her movie-star grin at me, and kissed my cheek as she passed with her tray of drinks. Sean was already pouring a double whiskey for me, and set it in front of me before I had even taken my hat off.
“Thanks, Sean,” I said, raising the glass to him. I sipped it slow, the burn lingering at the back of my throat. “How’s business?” I asked, following my normal routine.
“Same as always. How’s yours?” he asked, as per usual.
“Getting better. Got a client today.” I pulled out a cigarette, and fumbled in my pockets for a match.
Quick as a flash, Sean struck a match against the counter and held it out for me.
“Don’t know what I’d do without you, mate,” I said, grinning.
“I don’t either,” he replied, leaning against the bar. “New client?”
“Yeah, wants me to watch his girl, thinks she’s fooling around. That’s what he says, anyway, but he doesn’t seem concerned with her, really.”
“What’s his name?”
“William Boyd,” I said. Never thought I’d get tired of saying that name. I sipped at my drink, the whiskey reminding me of his voice; warm and sensual.
“Don’t know him,” Sean said, nodding at a couple of patrons. “What’s he do?”
“Publishing. Books and such.”
“Want me to ask around?” Good ol’ Sean, always willing to help a bloke in need. With as much business as went on in this place, he could always keep an ear out for any information I needed.
“You’re an angel, Seanie,” I said, winking at him.
“Tell me that after you pay your tab,” he replied, and made his way down the bar.
I spent another hour or so at Rosie’s, chatting with the guys and letting Liv brush up against me a few times, before I finally called it a night. After all, I had an early start in the morning.
The sun had already set, and given the promise of a cool evening to make up for the sweltering day. I straightened my hat and strolled down the block to the small flat I called home, paying no attention to the car parked in front of the bar, or the two men in it.