sorry for the cheesy dialog/oocness *punches self in the face* OK NOW THAT WE HAVE THAT OUT OF THE WAY... fic ______________________________________________
“Have I ever mentioned,” Arcade groused over the top of his drink, “that this place gives me the shivers? Not the good kind, either. Pretty sure they charge you for those here.”
Boone huffed, raising his drink slightly in a mock-toast. “Yeah, I'm glad I came too.”
Admittedly, the Atomic Wrangler was probably not the most ideal place to hold a celebration- the whole building reeked of sex, schmooze, and desperation. But it was the only place Arcade knew of to still be serving drinks at this hour. Getting to know Craig Boone, he had learned, was somewhat similar to extracting teeth. It was a slow, painful process, consisting mainly of grasping at whatever small information the other man offered up and then twisting and yanking at the tidbit until he could crack the story out of Boone's skull.
The reward, however, was usually more than worth the effort in Arcade's eyes. Any opportunity to understand a little bit more about the enigmatic sniper was a pretty rare occurrence, and not one he treated lightly. Which is why, upon discovering after half passed midnight (and a half gone bottle of whiskey passed between the two) that today was actually Boone's birthday, he insisted on treating the other man to a drink as a gift.
And that is how the two of them ended up sitting side by side on the dinky stools of the Atomic Wrangler's bar, the only patrons still awake in the entire establishment save for the occasional muted clunking and chirping of FISTO carrying out his nightly maintenance routine. Francine had made them drinks but disappeared into her room almost an hour ago, and Arcade had to wonder if she fell asleep or if she just got distracted.
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Desperado (part 1) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2011-12-11 09:22 pm (UTC)______________________________________________
“Have I ever mentioned,” Arcade groused over the top of his drink, “that this place gives me the shivers? Not the good kind, either. Pretty sure they charge you for those here.”
Boone huffed, raising his drink slightly in a mock-toast. “Yeah, I'm glad I came too.”
Admittedly, the Atomic Wrangler was probably not the most ideal place to hold a celebration- the whole building reeked of sex, schmooze, and desperation. But it was the only place Arcade knew of to still be serving drinks at this hour. Getting to know Craig Boone, he had learned, was somewhat similar to extracting teeth. It was a slow, painful process, consisting mainly of grasping at whatever small information the other man offered up and then twisting and yanking at the tidbit until he could crack the story out of Boone's skull.
The reward, however, was usually more than worth the effort in Arcade's eyes. Any opportunity to understand a little bit more about the enigmatic sniper was a pretty rare occurrence, and not one he treated lightly. Which is why, upon discovering after half passed midnight (and a half gone bottle of whiskey passed between the two) that today was actually Boone's birthday, he insisted on treating the other man to a drink as a gift.
And that is how the two of them ended up sitting side by side on the dinky stools of the Atomic Wrangler's bar, the only patrons still awake in the entire establishment save for the occasional muted clunking and chirping of FISTO carrying out his nightly maintenance routine. Francine had made them drinks but disappeared into her room almost an hour ago, and Arcade had to wonder if she fell asleep or if she just got distracted.