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Flash-Fic-A-Thon
Title: You've Got a Cute Face
Author: Sphinx (sphinx_no_miko@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: G
Author's Notes: AU. For fallonx and the Flash-Fic-A-Thon. Oh, and: in this case, a fellowship= a sort of scholarship for Americans to come to an English university.
Summary: Challenge: "Someone does something for the first time (kiss, sex, etc.)"
The lighting of the bar was classically dim. The air was, of course, filled with the smoke of cigarettes and cigars. The corners were suspiciously dark, and outlines of shapes moved discreetly. A young man walked in off the streets of London and glanced around. This is what it's always like in movies, he thought to himself. The bartender looked up from cleaning a glass. His gray eyes met those of the new customer-stunningly, almost unnervingly blue. He was intrigued. He waved the man over. No…not man, certainly not man. He looked too young and innocent.
The man-boy sat down at the bar, smiling nervously. The bartender smiled back playfully.
"Sure you're old enough to be in here, mate?" he teased. The man-boy blinked in surprise.
"I-I've got I.D.," he said quickly, reaching into his back pocket. The bartender laughed and waved him off.
"I believe you, I believe you! So what'll you have there, mate?"
"Bloody Mary, please," the customer replied, putting away his wallet.
"My personal favorite," said the bartender, raising an eyebrow. He began making the drink. "So, how old are you anyway?"
"I'm twenty-two."
"And American too!" laughed the bartender. "You don't look a day over eighteen."
The man-boy sighed. "So I've been told."
The bartender handed him his drink. "On vacation? With family, maybe?"
"Actually-" he took a sip of the Bloody Mary. "I'm here on a fellowship."
The bartender's eyes widened. "A genius, eh? What's your name?"
The man-boy looked around the bar. "Not that I mind talking to you, but are you going to get into trouble for talking to me?"
"I own this place; I can do as I please. Besides, it's a Wednesday and the only people here are the regulars." He gestured around the bar.
The man-boy was surprised. "You don't look old enough to own a bar!"
"I'm twenty-six."
"Definitely too young to own a bar!"
"I got a big inheritance from my dad when he died. Before he went on, he said, 'Use it however you want, boy.' So I did, and I opened this place."
The man-boy nodded and took another drink. The bartender watched him, waiting.
"…What?"
"Are you ever going to tell me your name?"
"Oh!" Was he…blushing? "I'm Elijah Wood."
The bartender grinned. "Well, Elijah Wood, I'm Dominic Monaghan, and it's very nice to meet you."
"It's very nice to meet you too, Dominic Monaghan," replied Elijah. He took the celery out of the almost-empty drink and took a big bite. Dominic could not help but laugh out loud. Elijah looked up, startled.
"It's just-I can't believe-I thought I was the only one who did that!"
Elijah looked a bit embarrassed. "Habit, I guess."
Dom shook his head. "God, I can't believe that…I have never seen anyone in this bar do that. I love it; it's hilarious!"
Elijah grinned and took another big bite of the celery, which started Dom laughing again.
"Just finish it!" he choked. "My stomach's starting to hurt!"
Elijah popped the rest of the celery into his mouth and chewed, checking his watch. "I have to get going anyway," he said, swallowing. "I've got an early class tomorrow."
He reached for his wallet, but Dom stopped him.
"Don't," he said, smiling. "It's on the house."
Elijah studied him. "This is the first time I've ever been giving anything 'on the house'."
"Well, this is the first time I've ever given anything to anyone for free," Dom admitted.
"Well, thank you. But…if you don't mind me asking, why me?"
"I like you. You've…you've got a cute face."
Elijah grinned and stood. "Guess I'll have to start coming around here more often then."
Dom nodded. "Guess you will. Have a nice evening, Mr. Wood."
"Have a nice evening, Mr. Monaghan. Thanks again."
And as he left, he seemed to cut a path through the dim and the smoky air. Dom went back to cleaning the glasses, and he kept his eye out for more customers. Maybe Elijah, the man-boy genius, would come back in tomorrow night. And maybe Dom would give him another drink on the house. And maybe…just maybe, he'd ask for his number.
-End-
Well...I kind of took it in another direction. I was hoping to give you something different. I don't know. I hope you like it.
Author: Sphinx (sphinx_no_miko@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: G
Author's Notes: AU. For fallonx and the Flash-Fic-A-Thon. Oh, and: in this case, a fellowship= a sort of scholarship for Americans to come to an English university.
Summary: Challenge: "Someone does something for the first time (kiss, sex, etc.)"
The lighting of the bar was classically dim. The air was, of course, filled with the smoke of cigarettes and cigars. The corners were suspiciously dark, and outlines of shapes moved discreetly. A young man walked in off the streets of London and glanced around. This is what it's always like in movies, he thought to himself. The bartender looked up from cleaning a glass. His gray eyes met those of the new customer-stunningly, almost unnervingly blue. He was intrigued. He waved the man over. No…not man, certainly not man. He looked too young and innocent.
The man-boy sat down at the bar, smiling nervously. The bartender smiled back playfully.
"Sure you're old enough to be in here, mate?" he teased. The man-boy blinked in surprise.
"I-I've got I.D.," he said quickly, reaching into his back pocket. The bartender laughed and waved him off.
"I believe you, I believe you! So what'll you have there, mate?"
"Bloody Mary, please," the customer replied, putting away his wallet.
"My personal favorite," said the bartender, raising an eyebrow. He began making the drink. "So, how old are you anyway?"
"I'm twenty-two."
"And American too!" laughed the bartender. "You don't look a day over eighteen."
The man-boy sighed. "So I've been told."
The bartender handed him his drink. "On vacation? With family, maybe?"
"Actually-" he took a sip of the Bloody Mary. "I'm here on a fellowship."
The bartender's eyes widened. "A genius, eh? What's your name?"
The man-boy looked around the bar. "Not that I mind talking to you, but are you going to get into trouble for talking to me?"
"I own this place; I can do as I please. Besides, it's a Wednesday and the only people here are the regulars." He gestured around the bar.
The man-boy was surprised. "You don't look old enough to own a bar!"
"I'm twenty-six."
"Definitely too young to own a bar!"
"I got a big inheritance from my dad when he died. Before he went on, he said, 'Use it however you want, boy.' So I did, and I opened this place."
The man-boy nodded and took another drink. The bartender watched him, waiting.
"…What?"
"Are you ever going to tell me your name?"
"Oh!" Was he…blushing? "I'm Elijah Wood."
The bartender grinned. "Well, Elijah Wood, I'm Dominic Monaghan, and it's very nice to meet you."
"It's very nice to meet you too, Dominic Monaghan," replied Elijah. He took the celery out of the almost-empty drink and took a big bite. Dominic could not help but laugh out loud. Elijah looked up, startled.
"It's just-I can't believe-I thought I was the only one who did that!"
Elijah looked a bit embarrassed. "Habit, I guess."
Dom shook his head. "God, I can't believe that…I have never seen anyone in this bar do that. I love it; it's hilarious!"
Elijah grinned and took another big bite of the celery, which started Dom laughing again.
"Just finish it!" he choked. "My stomach's starting to hurt!"
Elijah popped the rest of the celery into his mouth and chewed, checking his watch. "I have to get going anyway," he said, swallowing. "I've got an early class tomorrow."
He reached for his wallet, but Dom stopped him.
"Don't," he said, smiling. "It's on the house."
Elijah studied him. "This is the first time I've ever been giving anything 'on the house'."
"Well, this is the first time I've ever given anything to anyone for free," Dom admitted.
"Well, thank you. But…if you don't mind me asking, why me?"
"I like you. You've…you've got a cute face."
Elijah grinned and stood. "Guess I'll have to start coming around here more often then."
Dom nodded. "Guess you will. Have a nice evening, Mr. Wood."
"Have a nice evening, Mr. Monaghan. Thanks again."
And as he left, he seemed to cut a path through the dim and the smoky air. Dom went back to cleaning the glasses, and he kept his eye out for more customers. Maybe Elijah, the man-boy genius, would come back in tomorrow night. And maybe Dom would give him another drink on the house. And maybe…just maybe, he'd ask for his number.
-End-
Well...I kind of took it in another direction. I was hoping to give you something different. I don't know. I hope you like it.
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*loves loves loves the fic*
You get a gold star for being the first to comment. Yaaay!
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So CUTE! *melts*
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