Fic - Karaoke Night
"Is this chaotic?" you may well ask. "Is it an Eroica fic?" I reply.
fanfic100 prompt: 076 - Who?
pyramid_dares : Set 2, Level 3 - Karaoke
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: PG
Pairings: Dorian/Klaus
Notes: It occurred to me, after a conversation with riothouse, that I have never written a fic for the Eroicafen who are also Zeppelin fans. I hope this makes up for it.
Warnings: A song fic of sorts.
Summary: Dorian and Klaus on the run, but not from who you think. Chaos ensues.
By: Margaret Price
Illustration by: the_reverand
Written: August 28, 2007
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Karaoke Night
Word count: 1,293
I’m gonna give you my love…
“How the hell do you get yourself into these messes?” the Major grumbled as he dragged the Earl into the shadows with him. “And why am I stupid enough to get in them with you?”
“This is obviously a case of mistaken identity, Major,” Dorian shot back.
“What did you steal this time?” the Major demanded as he chanced a quick peek around the corner. The coast was clear-for the moment. He would give it a few more minutes.
“Nothing.” Dorian received a dubious look. He gave the officer a bright smile. “Nothing yet.”
The Major responded with a grunt and curt nod. “Thought as much. Interpol must have every point of entry staked out for you by now.”
The Earl tossed his mop of blond curls over his shoulder. “Even you are not that thorough. I’m here on legitimate business, I’ll have you know.”
“For how long?”
The bright smile glowed even more. “You know me so well.”
“Unfortunately.” The Major took the Earl by the arm. “Come on, we seem to have lost them.”
Dorian obediently followed, wondering how long it would take the Major to realize he was actually touching his bare arm. The answer was the moment the Earl’s bracelet slid down his arm to make contact with the man’s fingers.
Dorian felt the grip loosen momentarily, only to tighten again. Then he heard the Major curse under his breath and followed his gaze. Further up the street, they could see one of their pursuers searching the area. Before the Earl knew what hit him, he was being dragged through a door and into a bar.
The pair stood inside the door, getting their bearings and marveling at the stage that had been set up on what must have been a dance floor at one time.
“We seem to’ve arrived on amateur night,” Dorian remarked as he was steered to a table in a strategic location in a raised area on the far side of the room.
“Wonderful.” Klaus slid into a chair and lit a cigarette. He had positioned himself so he could see the whole of the bar as well as the entrance.
A waitress came over and got their drink order, giving the Earl an appraising look at the same time. He flashed a dazzling smile in return. Attention was attention, after all.
“I never did get the chance to ask what brings you here, Major,” Dorian said conversationally, his eyes falling on the well-muscled hunk behind the bar.
The Major replied with a grunt. “Business, what else?”
Dorian nodded absently, his straying attention caught by the handsome young man who was taking the stage. It was only when a screen lit up displaying the words to the song that he realized that it was not amateur night at all. “Oh!” he gasped, going on to giggle as the youth started to gyrate to an Elvis tune. “I know what this is.”
“So do I. A bad Elvis impersonator.”
Dorian turned back to look at him. “No, no. It’s a Karaoke bar.”
Klaus gave him a blank look. “A what?”
“They’re the newest thing. Very popular in Japan.”
“Figures.”
The Earl giggled again as the man on stage continued to gyrate.
“Why don’t you give it a go, love?” their waitress suggested as she placed the drinks on the table.
“Oh, no.” Dorian shook his head in a rare show of modesty. He threw a sideways glance in the Major’s direction. “My friend here has a much better singing voice.”
The Major responded with a low growl and a glare. “No way in hell.”
“It’s great fun,” the waitress said, adding, “And I know you have a better voice, dearie.”
Dorian exchanged a bewildered look with the Major. “She knows this how?”
The Major shrugged, leaning back in his seat to survey the room again.
After nearly a quarter hour, and another nudge from the waitress, Dorian announced that he would give this Karaoke lark a try. The Major, in the meantime, found himself wishing he were on a mission in a third world nation.
There was a brief pause while Dorian learned what he was supposed to do. He made his selection, walked up to the mike, and drawled happily, “Here’s a little something for the Zeppelin fans in the audience.” The music came up and the words to the song flashed up on the screen.
The Major lit another cigarette and pointedly did not look at the Earl. His eyes narrowed when he saw the waitress talking to a woman and then pointing in his direction. Fuck.
In the background, Dorian sang, “I'm gonna give you my love. I'm gonna give you my love.”
“Excuse me,” the woman said boldly, her smile faltering slightly when the Major turned his intense gaze in her direction. “The waitress said that…you and he came together.” She pointed over at Dorian, who seemed to have added others to his performance.
“Wanna whole lotta love! Wanna whole lotta love!”
“Yes, we came together,” Klaus grudgingly admitted.
“Oh, super!” The woman placed a small bundle on the table. “Would you tell him these are from Jo?”
To Klaus’s horror, the item was a pair of panties.
“I saw him at Earls Court. He was fab!”
Fab? Klaus continued to stare dumbly as the enamored Jo gravitated to the stage. What the hell was a woman doing at the Earl’s house?
The Earl continued to sing. “Way, way down inside, honey, you need it. I'm gonna give you my love... I'm gonna give you my love.”
The incredulous Major’s attention was pulled away from the scene by another young woman who had a friend in tow. She identified herself as Jessica and left a drawing with a request that it be presented to the Earl. Klaus recognized her friend as one of the group of pursuers they had ducked into the bar to avoid. Obviously, the group had found them.
By this time, Dorian was completely into the song, as well as soaking up the attention from the adoring throng that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
“Waaaay down inside...” Dorian looked up and grinned. “Major! You! Neeeeeed!”
I am going to kill that idiot, Klaus thought, closing his eyes.
“Looooooove!”
Now everyone in the bar with the exception of the Major seemed to be dancing.
“Shake for me!” Dorian sang on. “I wanna be your backdoor man!”
I am going to kill him slowly and with my bare hands, Klaus decided as he gulped down what was left of his drink.
There was thunderous applause and squeals of delight when the song ended. Dorian basked in the attention, accepting the praise as he crossed the room. Several drinks were sent over to his table, all of which he accepted and the Major refused.
“That was smashing!” Dorian said happily. It took several minutes before he noticed the small pile of items that had accumulated on the empty chair between himself and the Major during his time onstage. “What’s all this?”
“Gifts from your admirers,” Klaus replied succinctly. He did not even attempt to hide his amusement as the Earl picked up the panties and then dropped them as if they were on fire.
“Good God, Major! What have you been telling people?”
“Nothing.” The Major’s eyes flickered. He picked up the drawing and slid it across the table.
“That looks like me!”
“Your admirers seem to think you’re someone named Robert Plant.”
“What? Surely not.”
Klaus nodded, his amusement clearly evident.
Dorian’s eyes grew wide and he followed the Major’s gaze across the room, seeing perhaps a dozen young women looking in his direction. They started tittering and giggling when they realized he was looking at them.
“Oh, bugger.”
* * *
While I was writing this, all I could picture was this drawing
of Dorian that the_reverand did in September of 2005.
It is used here with her kind permission.
fanfic100 prompt: 076 - Who?
pyramid_dares : Set 2, Level 3 - Karaoke
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: PG
Pairings: Dorian/Klaus
Notes: It occurred to me, after a conversation with riothouse, that I have never written a fic for the Eroicafen who are also Zeppelin fans. I hope this makes up for it.
Warnings: A song fic of sorts.
Summary: Dorian and Klaus on the run, but not from who you think. Chaos ensues.
By: Margaret Price
Illustration by: the_reverand
Written: August 28, 2007
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Karaoke Night
Word count: 1,293
I’m gonna give you my love…
“How the hell do you get yourself into these messes?” the Major grumbled as he dragged the Earl into the shadows with him. “And why am I stupid enough to get in them with you?”
“This is obviously a case of mistaken identity, Major,” Dorian shot back.
“What did you steal this time?” the Major demanded as he chanced a quick peek around the corner. The coast was clear-for the moment. He would give it a few more minutes.
“Nothing.” Dorian received a dubious look. He gave the officer a bright smile. “Nothing yet.”
The Major responded with a grunt and curt nod. “Thought as much. Interpol must have every point of entry staked out for you by now.”
The Earl tossed his mop of blond curls over his shoulder. “Even you are not that thorough. I’m here on legitimate business, I’ll have you know.”
“For how long?”
The bright smile glowed even more. “You know me so well.”
“Unfortunately.” The Major took the Earl by the arm. “Come on, we seem to have lost them.”
Dorian obediently followed, wondering how long it would take the Major to realize he was actually touching his bare arm. The answer was the moment the Earl’s bracelet slid down his arm to make contact with the man’s fingers.
Dorian felt the grip loosen momentarily, only to tighten again. Then he heard the Major curse under his breath and followed his gaze. Further up the street, they could see one of their pursuers searching the area. Before the Earl knew what hit him, he was being dragged through a door and into a bar.
The pair stood inside the door, getting their bearings and marveling at the stage that had been set up on what must have been a dance floor at one time.
“We seem to’ve arrived on amateur night,” Dorian remarked as he was steered to a table in a strategic location in a raised area on the far side of the room.
“Wonderful.” Klaus slid into a chair and lit a cigarette. He had positioned himself so he could see the whole of the bar as well as the entrance.
A waitress came over and got their drink order, giving the Earl an appraising look at the same time. He flashed a dazzling smile in return. Attention was attention, after all.
“I never did get the chance to ask what brings you here, Major,” Dorian said conversationally, his eyes falling on the well-muscled hunk behind the bar.
The Major replied with a grunt. “Business, what else?”
Dorian nodded absently, his straying attention caught by the handsome young man who was taking the stage. It was only when a screen lit up displaying the words to the song that he realized that it was not amateur night at all. “Oh!” he gasped, going on to giggle as the youth started to gyrate to an Elvis tune. “I know what this is.”
“So do I. A bad Elvis impersonator.”
Dorian turned back to look at him. “No, no. It’s a Karaoke bar.”
Klaus gave him a blank look. “A what?”
“They’re the newest thing. Very popular in Japan.”
“Figures.”
The Earl giggled again as the man on stage continued to gyrate.
“Why don’t you give it a go, love?” their waitress suggested as she placed the drinks on the table.
“Oh, no.” Dorian shook his head in a rare show of modesty. He threw a sideways glance in the Major’s direction. “My friend here has a much better singing voice.”
The Major responded with a low growl and a glare. “No way in hell.”
“It’s great fun,” the waitress said, adding, “And I know you have a better voice, dearie.”
Dorian exchanged a bewildered look with the Major. “She knows this how?”
The Major shrugged, leaning back in his seat to survey the room again.
After nearly a quarter hour, and another nudge from the waitress, Dorian announced that he would give this Karaoke lark a try. The Major, in the meantime, found himself wishing he were on a mission in a third world nation.
There was a brief pause while Dorian learned what he was supposed to do. He made his selection, walked up to the mike, and drawled happily, “Here’s a little something for the Zeppelin fans in the audience.” The music came up and the words to the song flashed up on the screen.
The Major lit another cigarette and pointedly did not look at the Earl. His eyes narrowed when he saw the waitress talking to a woman and then pointing in his direction. Fuck.
In the background, Dorian sang, “I'm gonna give you my love. I'm gonna give you my love.”
“Excuse me,” the woman said boldly, her smile faltering slightly when the Major turned his intense gaze in her direction. “The waitress said that…you and he came together.” She pointed over at Dorian, who seemed to have added others to his performance.
“Wanna whole lotta love! Wanna whole lotta love!”
“Yes, we came together,” Klaus grudgingly admitted.
“Oh, super!” The woman placed a small bundle on the table. “Would you tell him these are from Jo?”
To Klaus’s horror, the item was a pair of panties.
“I saw him at Earls Court. He was fab!”
Fab? Klaus continued to stare dumbly as the enamored Jo gravitated to the stage. What the hell was a woman doing at the Earl’s house?
The Earl continued to sing. “Way, way down inside, honey, you need it. I'm gonna give you my love... I'm gonna give you my love.”
The incredulous Major’s attention was pulled away from the scene by another young woman who had a friend in tow. She identified herself as Jessica and left a drawing with a request that it be presented to the Earl. Klaus recognized her friend as one of the group of pursuers they had ducked into the bar to avoid. Obviously, the group had found them.
By this time, Dorian was completely into the song, as well as soaking up the attention from the adoring throng that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
“Waaaay down inside...” Dorian looked up and grinned. “Major! You! Neeeeeed!”
I am going to kill that idiot, Klaus thought, closing his eyes.
“Looooooove!”
Now everyone in the bar with the exception of the Major seemed to be dancing.
“Shake for me!” Dorian sang on. “I wanna be your backdoor man!”
I am going to kill him slowly and with my bare hands, Klaus decided as he gulped down what was left of his drink.
There was thunderous applause and squeals of delight when the song ended. Dorian basked in the attention, accepting the praise as he crossed the room. Several drinks were sent over to his table, all of which he accepted and the Major refused.
“That was smashing!” Dorian said happily. It took several minutes before he noticed the small pile of items that had accumulated on the empty chair between himself and the Major during his time onstage. “What’s all this?”
“Gifts from your admirers,” Klaus replied succinctly. He did not even attempt to hide his amusement as the Earl picked up the panties and then dropped them as if they were on fire.
“Good God, Major! What have you been telling people?”
“Nothing.” The Major’s eyes flickered. He picked up the drawing and slid it across the table.
“That looks like me!”
“Your admirers seem to think you’re someone named Robert Plant.”
“What? Surely not.”
Klaus nodded, his amusement clearly evident.
Dorian’s eyes grew wide and he followed the Major’s gaze across the room, seeing perhaps a dozen young women looking in his direction. They started tittering and giggling when they realized he was looking at them.
“Oh, bugger.”
* * *
While I was writing this, all I could picture was this drawing
of Dorian that the_reverand did in September of 2005.
It is used here with her kind permission.