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Series: Mystery Men
Characters: Spleen/Bowler, Invisible Boy, Blue Raja
Word Count: 614
Notes: Blake = Spleen, Jeff = Blue Raja.
Blake sat at the bar with the other members of the Mystery Men. They had just finished beating a villain who went by the name Reflex.
"You were great out there," came an excited Invisible Boy's voice along with an arm fling around his shoulders. "It was all Wham! Pow!," he made movements and mocked some fighting moves.
Blake laughed and shook his head. "Well, I couldn't of done it without you guysh," he looked down the row of his friends and let his eyes settle on Bowler.
She caught her eyes with his but then looked away and over to Jeff and nudged him. "So how about a round of drinks for your incredible team mates?"
He laughed shyly and nodded, holding up a hand. "A round of drinks for my wonderful friends and team mates."
The bar keeper nodded and went down the row asking each person what they would like to drink.
Once Blake got his cocktail he gulped it down and slammed it on the bar to indicate he would like another.
After receiving another drink Blake took it down to the empty seat next to Bowler and began to sip it.
"You know," he said, glancing her up and down. "You were really great out there."
"Spleen," she looked at his hopeless state and instead of saying anything took her ale in hand and sipped at it.
"What ish it?," he leaned across the counter and looked up at her, hand in his palm.
She shook her head and tried to pay attention to whatever Jeff was rambling on about. Something about his mother.
Bowler tried to pry the hand that was holding hers off while pretending to pay attention to Jeff. "That's great," she said with a fake laugh and smile.
"It's great that my mother believes I am some kind of hippy?," he raised a brow under his turban before being faced with Blakes pimpled face.
"Exschuse ush," he spat, still holding Bowlers hand and now pulling her away from the group and down the small hallways that lead to the rest rooms.
"I'll be right back," her fake happiness came again before hopping off the bar stool and fallowing Blake.
Once hidden from the others she pulled her hand out of Blakes. "Look, I told you already that I don't want anything between us."
Blake put a hand on her hip. "Not even a kissh for your handshome shuper hero?" He looked at her with hopeful eyes.
"Spleen, no." The bag in her hand began to rumble and she pulled it up, opening it by the handles. "What dad? No, I can't. No dad, I'm not trying to be mean. Fine. Fine." She closed the bag and held it back at her side again.
Blake looked down to the bag and then back up to Bowler a couple of times before asking. "What wash that?"
"He," she searched Blakes eyes and put her hand on top of the one he had put on her hip. "He said to," she didn't know if it was the sympathy, ale, or her dad telling her to do so but for some reason she was being drawn to him.
He put his over hand against the back of her head and watched as she closed her eyes. He pulled in closer.
She could feel there faces getting closer and surprisingly his breath didn't smell bad. So she finally gave him what he wanted.
There lips parted and there eyes met again. Bowler let go of Blake and fixed herself before returning to the table.
He watched he return to the group of friends who just though they went to go talk for a minute. It wasn't exactly what he had had in mind but it was what he asked for. And who could complain?
Characters: Spleen/Bowler, Invisible Boy, Blue Raja
Word Count: 614
Notes: Blake = Spleen, Jeff = Blue Raja.
Blake sat at the bar with the other members of the Mystery Men. They had just finished beating a villain who went by the name Reflex.
"You were great out there," came an excited Invisible Boy's voice along with an arm fling around his shoulders. "It was all Wham! Pow!," he made movements and mocked some fighting moves.
Blake laughed and shook his head. "Well, I couldn't of done it without you guysh," he looked down the row of his friends and let his eyes settle on Bowler.
She caught her eyes with his but then looked away and over to Jeff and nudged him. "So how about a round of drinks for your incredible team mates?"
He laughed shyly and nodded, holding up a hand. "A round of drinks for my wonderful friends and team mates."
The bar keeper nodded and went down the row asking each person what they would like to drink.
Once Blake got his cocktail he gulped it down and slammed it on the bar to indicate he would like another.
After receiving another drink Blake took it down to the empty seat next to Bowler and began to sip it.
"You know," he said, glancing her up and down. "You were really great out there."
"Spleen," she looked at his hopeless state and instead of saying anything took her ale in hand and sipped at it.
"What ish it?," he leaned across the counter and looked up at her, hand in his palm.
She shook her head and tried to pay attention to whatever Jeff was rambling on about. Something about his mother.
Bowler tried to pry the hand that was holding hers off while pretending to pay attention to Jeff. "That's great," she said with a fake laugh and smile.
"It's great that my mother believes I am some kind of hippy?," he raised a brow under his turban before being faced with Blakes pimpled face.
"Exschuse ush," he spat, still holding Bowlers hand and now pulling her away from the group and down the small hallways that lead to the rest rooms.
"I'll be right back," her fake happiness came again before hopping off the bar stool and fallowing Blake.
Once hidden from the others she pulled her hand out of Blakes. "Look, I told you already that I don't want anything between us."
Blake put a hand on her hip. "Not even a kissh for your handshome shuper hero?" He looked at her with hopeful eyes.
"Spleen, no." The bag in her hand began to rumble and she pulled it up, opening it by the handles. "What dad? No, I can't. No dad, I'm not trying to be mean. Fine. Fine." She closed the bag and held it back at her side again.
Blake looked down to the bag and then back up to Bowler a couple of times before asking. "What wash that?"
"He," she searched Blakes eyes and put her hand on top of the one he had put on her hip. "He said to," she didn't know if it was the sympathy, ale, or her dad telling her to do so but for some reason she was being drawn to him.
He put his over hand against the back of her head and watched as she closed her eyes. He pulled in closer.
She could feel there faces getting closer and surprisingly his breath didn't smell bad. So she finally gave him what he wanted.
There lips parted and there eyes met again. Bowler let go of Blake and fixed herself before returning to the table.
He watched he return to the group of friends who just though they went to go talk for a minute. It wasn't exactly what he had had in mind but it was what he asked for. And who could complain?