FAKE Double Drabble: Date Doubts
Title: Date Doubts
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: JJ, Drake.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 417: I Can't Dance at drabble_weekly.
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: JJ wants to take Drake out to a club.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
“What we need,” said JJ as he and his partner left the precinct after a very stressful day, “is a night out, a chance to let our hair down and just have fun.”
“Doing what?” Drake asked. Their dates usually involved dinner out, and maybe a movie, or drinks at a bar. They’d been bowling a couple of times, and ice skating, and for picnics, even out to Coney Island and the funfair, but Drake had a feeling his boyfriend wasn’t talking about any of those things.
“I know some great clubs, where the music’s loud and no one will look twice at two men dancing together, except to think how hot we are.” JJ grinned. “I mean gay clubs, of course.”
“Of course.” Drake gnawed on his bottom lip. “There’s one problem with that plan though; I can’t dance. Seriously, my mom once told me it’s like I have three left feet, and when I tried to dance at my cousin’s wedding, she said I was flailing my arms so much it looked like I was being attacked by wasps or something. I’d only embarrass you.”
JJ just giggled. “Don’t be silly, Drakey. I’ll just have to teach you!”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: JJ, Drake.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 417: I Can't Dance at drabble_weekly.
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: JJ wants to take Drake out to a club.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
“What we need,” said JJ as he and his partner left the precinct after a very stressful day, “is a night out, a chance to let our hair down and just have fun.”
“Doing what?” Drake asked. Their dates usually involved dinner out, and maybe a movie, or drinks at a bar. They’d been bowling a couple of times, and ice skating, and for picnics, even out to Coney Island and the funfair, but Drake had a feeling his boyfriend wasn’t talking about any of those things.
“I know some great clubs, where the music’s loud and no one will look twice at two men dancing together, except to think how hot we are.” JJ grinned. “I mean gay clubs, of course.”
“Of course.” Drake gnawed on his bottom lip. “There’s one problem with that plan though; I can’t dance. Seriously, my mom once told me it’s like I have three left feet, and when I tried to dance at my cousin’s wedding, she said I was flailing my arms so much it looked like I was being attacked by wasps or something. I’d only embarrass you.”
JJ just giggled. “Don’t be silly, Drakey. I’ll just have to teach you!”
The End