I Don't Like Myself, I'm Crazy About Myself
Title: I Don't Like Myself, I'm Crazy About Myself
Author: chocolate_inyx
Rating: PG for suggestiveness
Summary: Answering the prompt, "...The bigger question now is why has there has been no prompt about Murdock seducing himself?" in the a_team_kink.
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Character/Pairing: Murdock
I Don't Like Myself, I'm Crazy About Myself
“To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance” -Oscar Wilde
Murdock sat on an overstuffed red bar-stool, sipping on a Shirley Temple with his chin resting on both fists. The team had gone out to celebrate after another successful mission. Hannibal’s plan to achieve the objective had worked wonderfully if you turned your head and squinted at it a little. The pilot wasn’t complaining. He’d used his cut to buy the lady next to him a Shirley Temple as well, and she was smiling at him with the same look in her eye that most women gave Face.
“So what do you do for a living?” she purred, fiddling with the thin, black straw in her drink.
Murdock smiled shyly, “Oh, well, I’m a pilot. Travel all over the place.”
“Really? That sounds exciting.” She crossed her legs, and Murdock was momentarily distracted by her shiny black heels. He jumped as her hand found its way to his knee.
Murdock took a nervous gulp of his red drink before speaking, “You have no idea.”
“Say, this place is getting a little crowded. Do you want to go someplace quieter?” The woman’s hand went higher and he tried not to fidget.
Murdock cleared his throat gruffly, “I’d love to, hun, I really would. But, I’m just not that guy. The love ‘em and leave ‘em guy.” He pointed to Face who was chatting up another girl, “That guy.”
She turned around to see the handsome blond man sipping on a scotch, “That guy huh? Well it was nice talking to you. Thanks for the Temple.” Tipping her glass in his direction she wandered away. He sighed, looking after the tall seductress, and ordered another glass of the sugary drink.
Amy and Hannibal sat in a booth to the back, watching as Murdock seemed to be having a conversation with himself. The bartender was a few patrons away, looking askance at the eccentric pilot.
Hannibal grinned at Amy, a cigar vibrating with excitement between the man’s teeth, “Ten bucks says I can get Seductress Murdock to hit on Face.”
Author: chocolate_inyx
Rating: PG for suggestiveness
Summary: Answering the prompt, "...The bigger question now is why has there has been no prompt about Murdock seducing himself?" in the a_team_kink.
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Character/Pairing: Murdock
I Don't Like Myself, I'm Crazy About Myself
“To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance” -Oscar Wilde
Murdock sat on an overstuffed red bar-stool, sipping on a Shirley Temple with his chin resting on both fists. The team had gone out to celebrate after another successful mission. Hannibal’s plan to achieve the objective had worked wonderfully if you turned your head and squinted at it a little. The pilot wasn’t complaining. He’d used his cut to buy the lady next to him a Shirley Temple as well, and she was smiling at him with the same look in her eye that most women gave Face.
“So what do you do for a living?” she purred, fiddling with the thin, black straw in her drink.
Murdock smiled shyly, “Oh, well, I’m a pilot. Travel all over the place.”
“Really? That sounds exciting.” She crossed her legs, and Murdock was momentarily distracted by her shiny black heels. He jumped as her hand found its way to his knee.
Murdock took a nervous gulp of his red drink before speaking, “You have no idea.”
“Say, this place is getting a little crowded. Do you want to go someplace quieter?” The woman’s hand went higher and he tried not to fidget.
Murdock cleared his throat gruffly, “I’d love to, hun, I really would. But, I’m just not that guy. The love ‘em and leave ‘em guy.” He pointed to Face who was chatting up another girl, “That guy.”
She turned around to see the handsome blond man sipping on a scotch, “That guy huh? Well it was nice talking to you. Thanks for the Temple.” Tipping her glass in his direction she wandered away. He sighed, looking after the tall seductress, and ordered another glass of the sugary drink.
Amy and Hannibal sat in a booth to the back, watching as Murdock seemed to be having a conversation with himself. The bartender was a few patrons away, looking askance at the eccentric pilot.
Hannibal grinned at Amy, a cigar vibrating with excitement between the man’s teeth, “Ten bucks says I can get Seductress Murdock to hit on Face.”