Title: Professionals Loosely follows Practices, but can be read as a stand-alone
Author:
enchanted_jae
Characters: Dee/Ryo
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Sexual suggestion
Word count: 225
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Sanami Matoh, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
ficlet_zone Prompt No. 17 - Jerry Jeff Walker songs. I chose Hairy Ass Hillbillies for
badly_knitted!
Summary: There's a difference between hillbillies and cowboys...
Dee and Ryo parked their car and strolled towards the bar with the honky tonk music blaring from it.
Dee paused outside and shook his head. "Man, I don't know how these country bars keep poppin' up all over New York. It's like everyone wants to be an urban cowboy."
"There may be some actual cowboys in there," said Ryo, smiling a little at his partner's surly expression.
"More like a buncha hairy ass hillbillies, if you ask me."
"That's no way to talk," chided Ryo. "We need to be polite and professional if we're going to get any information in there."
"Yeah, you're right," Dee muttered. "C'mon. We ain't gettin' any info out here."
Half an hour later, the two of them exited the Bull Pen. Dee halted long enough to light a cigarette. He took a drag and blew out a puff of smoke. "Huh."
"See?" teased Ryo. "That wasn't so bad. The guys in there were very polite. Much better than the usual bar crowd we have to deal with. Plus, some of them were sort of hot."
Dee chuckled at Ryo's bashful expression. A sudden, wicked thought occurred to him. "Say, do you still have your cowboy costume from Halloween?"
"Yeah, why?"
Dee smirked at his lover. "When we get home tonight, I'll wear the chaps, and you can wear the Stetson."
Protests
Author:
Characters: Dee/Ryo
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Sexual suggestion
Word count: 225
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Sanami Matoh, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
Summary: There's a difference between hillbillies and cowboys...
Dee and Ryo parked their car and strolled towards the bar with the honky tonk music blaring from it.
Dee paused outside and shook his head. "Man, I don't know how these country bars keep poppin' up all over New York. It's like everyone wants to be an urban cowboy."
"There may be some actual cowboys in there," said Ryo, smiling a little at his partner's surly expression.
"More like a buncha hairy ass hillbillies, if you ask me."
"That's no way to talk," chided Ryo. "We need to be polite and professional if we're going to get any information in there."
"Yeah, you're right," Dee muttered. "C'mon. We ain't gettin' any info out here."
Half an hour later, the two of them exited the Bull Pen. Dee halted long enough to light a cigarette. He took a drag and blew out a puff of smoke. "Huh."
"See?" teased Ryo. "That wasn't so bad. The guys in there were very polite. Much better than the usual bar crowd we have to deal with. Plus, some of them were sort of hot."
Dee chuckled at Ryo's bashful expression. A sudden, wicked thought occurred to him. "Say, do you still have your cowboy costume from Halloween?"
"Yeah, why?"
Dee smirked at his lover. "When we get home tonight, I'll wear the chaps, and you can wear the Stetson."
Protests