[INCEPTION] Fic: Old Ludwig Van (Arthur, Eames, Cobb, pre-movie) ~400 words.
Title: Old Ludwig Van
Summary: Fill for inception_kink prompt: Eames wants to change to music used for the kick. Arthur disagrees. Hilarity ensues.
QUOTE: I have a bad feeling about that kid, Cobb.
"Could I request Rolling Stones this time?" Eames thought aloud as he situated himself on the chaise, the IV line in one hand.
Arthur rolled his eyes as he positioned the suitcase on the floor. "It's just the kick music."
Eames looked indignant at that, and pointedly lefted the IV line. Like a bank robber holding it for a hostage.
"Just a thought, really," Eames shrugged, "maybe I'd be more interested in waking up when it's the Rolling Stones I'm waking up to. Not bloody Beethoven."
Arthur looked up at him then, a similar look of scandal on his face. "What's wrong with Beethoven?"
"Absolutely nothing," Eames replied, in all seriousness. "But old Ludwig Van's more likely to make you fall asleep than actually wake you up."
Cobb sat up, annoyed. "It doesn't matter, Eames. Wire us, Arthur."
Arthur ignored Cobb. "Are you saying that Beethoven bores you?"
Eames snorted. "It's called classical for a reason, darling." In that condescending tone that grated on Arthur's nerves.
"What's wrong with classical music?" Arthur added, standing up now with his hands on his hips.
Cobb held up his hands. "Guys, seriously, can we please just finish this? You can resume this talk in five--"
But Eames didn't seem to hear him either. "You're tacky and I hate you."
Arthur gaped in disbelief. "I'm sorry?"
"Three piece suits, Beethoven," Eames barked a laugh. "You're trying too hard to impress, darling."
Cobb tried to interrupt, "Eames stop that. Arthur--"
Arthur seethed.
Cobb looked at him as if he was afraid Arthur, the new team member he and Eames were trying out for the first time that day, would blow his top. "--Just wire us."
Eames smirked and blew a kiss at Arthur before inserting the needle into his wrist.
As the five-minute dream drew to a close and Eames and Cobb had managed to set up a very elaborate dream-homage to Las Vegas casinos, the first few staffs of Fur Elise drifted in the air.
Eames sighed. "I have a bad feeling about that kid, Cobb."
Cobb shrugged, clapping Eames on the shoulder. "Sorry, Eames, but he's hired."
Summary: Fill for inception_kink prompt: Eames wants to change to music used for the kick. Arthur disagrees. Hilarity ensues.
QUOTE: I have a bad feeling about that kid, Cobb.
"Could I request Rolling Stones this time?" Eames thought aloud as he situated himself on the chaise, the IV line in one hand.
Arthur rolled his eyes as he positioned the suitcase on the floor. "It's just the kick music."
Eames looked indignant at that, and pointedly lefted the IV line. Like a bank robber holding it for a hostage.
"Just a thought, really," Eames shrugged, "maybe I'd be more interested in waking up when it's the Rolling Stones I'm waking up to. Not bloody Beethoven."
Arthur looked up at him then, a similar look of scandal on his face. "What's wrong with Beethoven?"
"Absolutely nothing," Eames replied, in all seriousness. "But old Ludwig Van's more likely to make you fall asleep than actually wake you up."
Cobb sat up, annoyed. "It doesn't matter, Eames. Wire us, Arthur."
Arthur ignored Cobb. "Are you saying that Beethoven bores you?"
Eames snorted. "It's called classical for a reason, darling." In that condescending tone that grated on Arthur's nerves.
"What's wrong with classical music?" Arthur added, standing up now with his hands on his hips.
Cobb held up his hands. "Guys, seriously, can we please just finish this? You can resume this talk in five--"
But Eames didn't seem to hear him either. "You're tacky and I hate you."
Arthur gaped in disbelief. "I'm sorry?"
"Three piece suits, Beethoven," Eames barked a laugh. "You're trying too hard to impress, darling."
Cobb tried to interrupt, "Eames stop that. Arthur--"
Arthur seethed.
Cobb looked at him as if he was afraid Arthur, the new team member he and Eames were trying out for the first time that day, would blow his top. "--Just wire us."
Eames smirked and blew a kiss at Arthur before inserting the needle into his wrist.
As the five-minute dream drew to a close and Eames and Cobb had managed to set up a very elaborate dream-homage to Las Vegas casinos, the first few staffs of Fur Elise drifted in the air.
Eames sighed. "I have a bad feeling about that kid, Cobb."
Cobb shrugged, clapping Eames on the shoulder. "Sorry, Eames, but he's hired."