Pub Crawling? 7.10
Title: Pub Crawling?
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.10
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 10_per_genre 02 Misunderstanding (Drama)
Word Count: 1200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Robert and Alan go out to celebrate.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Closing Night
They went to the tube station, ready to head back to Islington. It was a nice warm evening and they sat in silence, just watching the people as they made their way around London.
Alan let his leg fall lazily against Robert’s. Sitting back in the plastic seat, he glanced around as the train lurched forward, then rested his hand on Robert’s knee, patting it gently, waiting for Robert to look up and offer him a broad smile.
Robert caught a gleam in Alan’s eyes and was curious as to what all the secrecy was about. “What are you up to?”
Alan looked aghast. “Nothing. Honestly, I just want to take you out for dinner, celebrate a little.”
Robert hushed his voice. “We could celebrate at home.”
Alan looked him directly in the eyes and a smile broke out on his face as the train came to a stop at their destination. ”Yes, but a good meal will give us the strength to go all night.” Winking, he stood and made for the doors, taking several paces before Robert registered a reaction.
Robert trailed after him a few seconds later, surprised that Alan would say something so forward out in public. He needed to gather himself, before he stepped out the door. He narrowly exited before the doors shut and the train left the station.
He looked up, still a little confused, befuddled to see that Alan was laughing gently. He seemed to enjoy tossing Robert out of his comfort zone. Giving him a nod, Alan turned and bounded up the stairs into the moonlight. He waited at the entrance for Robert to catch up.
Robert joined Alan and they walked down the familiar streets. “Where are we heading?”
“Just a local pub, someplace to grab dinner, celebrate the end of the run.”
“We can do that at home.” Robert walked a little closer to Alan, wondering why he wanted to be out in public so bad when it was so much more fun to be tucked into Alan’s home and his arms.
“We can’t live buried in that flat, and we need to eat more than soup and sandwiches; you are losing too much weight.”
“I didn’t know you cared,” Robert said in a flippant matter, then immediately regretted his tone when Alan turned around and looked at him, eyes serious and a little sad. “Alan, you know what I meant. I know you care.” He reached his hand up to touch Alan’s hair and realized they were not in the protective shell of Alan’s home; they needed to water down the familiar gestures that they went through the day with, alone in their private sanctuary. He punched Alan in the shoulder in a “macho” way and again asked where they were headed. He laughed as Alan feigned pain, stumbling slightly. “Alan, I barely touched you.”
Alan laughed and wanted to kiss Robert, right here and now. It was nice to relax around him out in public. It was doubtful that they would be stalked by the paps; both tended to fly under the radar, especially Alan, even in his own neighborhood. He stopped and looked at Robert. Anyone seeing him would have known exactly what he was thinking and he smiled as a blush washed over Robert’s face. “Right here.” He pointed to the sign “The Garden” above the door. http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/52/5224/Garden/Islington
Robert had missed Alan’s pointing and stuttered, “We can’t do that right here; we are in public.”
Resisting the urge to kiss his confused boyfriend, he said, “The pub, you wanker.” He turned Robert around and gave his arse a little tap, releasing laughter as Robert stumbled forward and entered the local pub.
They found seats towards the back away from most of the throbbing crowd. Robert smiled when he felt Alan anchor his knee against his own. “So, what do you recommend?”
Alan leaned forward, trying to hear Robert through the noise. He knew in 30 minutes or so, most of the crowed would empty out and it would be easier to have a conversation. He put his hand in his jacket pocket, checking the contents, making sure everything was still in place.
Alan smiled at the cute waitress as she dropped menus on the table and asked for orders.
Alan ordered two of what ever ales they had on tap and saw a little grimace cross Robert’s face. He stopped and waited to hear another choice, but then Robert seemed to change his mind and finally agreed.
“One ale will not kill you. The show is over, we should celebrate.”
“There is the chance that you want to get me drunk and tarnish my virtue.”
“That ship sailed a while ago, in case you didn’t notice, and you did seem to enjoy it.”
Robert blushed deeply and was happy they were in the back of a dark pub, where no one would notice. He put his hand on the table near Alan’s, feeling drawn like a moth to the flame, he frowned when Alan took his hand away and put it into his pocket again.
The waitress dropped the ales off without a second look. Alan was taking a sip off the top as he pushed Robert’s over to him.
“What do you have in there, or are you just getting started early?”
Alan choked and took a few moments to gather himself. “Well, since you asked, tonight is not just about the show closing.”
Robert started to speak, then frowned and reached down into his pocket, extracting his cell phone and checking the caller id. Seeing who it was, he excused himself and made for the front exit, pressing the phone to his ear.
Alan watched Robert leave and was a little irritated. It was only two weeks till their anniversary. He wanted to celebrate a little tonight and he fingered the small gift he had in his pocket. But here he sat all alone, his boyfriend talking to someone. He could and should have just ignored the call. It was obvious that he had been about to say something important, but no, suddenly he no longer ranks. It is basic decency not to take a call when you are out, unless you are expecting one, and Robert hadn’t been. He had been preparing a little speech all night about how much Robert means to him and how this last year had been his happiest. But he was here in a dark bar, all by himself, no idea where Robert had gone off to to take his all-important phone call. Alan took a long draw off the cold bitter ale and closed his eyes. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe his gut was right and Robert was not ready. Maybe this was all going to start unraveling, just when it felt so right.
Alan’s brooding was interrupted by a soft hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Robert’s eyes filled with tears and he felt like a total idiot. “We need to leave,” Robert told him and Alan dropped some money on the table as Robert headed for the door. Alan grabbed Robert’s jacket he headed off after his visibly upset boyfriend.
7.11 Losing a friend
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.10
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 10_per_genre 02 Misunderstanding (Drama)
Word Count: 1200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Robert and Alan go out to celebrate.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Closing Night
They went to the tube station, ready to head back to Islington. It was a nice warm evening and they sat in silence, just watching the people as they made their way around London.
Alan let his leg fall lazily against Robert’s. Sitting back in the plastic seat, he glanced around as the train lurched forward, then rested his hand on Robert’s knee, patting it gently, waiting for Robert to look up and offer him a broad smile.
Robert caught a gleam in Alan’s eyes and was curious as to what all the secrecy was about. “What are you up to?”
Alan looked aghast. “Nothing. Honestly, I just want to take you out for dinner, celebrate a little.”
Robert hushed his voice. “We could celebrate at home.”
Alan looked him directly in the eyes and a smile broke out on his face as the train came to a stop at their destination. ”Yes, but a good meal will give us the strength to go all night.” Winking, he stood and made for the doors, taking several paces before Robert registered a reaction.
Robert trailed after him a few seconds later, surprised that Alan would say something so forward out in public. He needed to gather himself, before he stepped out the door. He narrowly exited before the doors shut and the train left the station.
He looked up, still a little confused, befuddled to see that Alan was laughing gently. He seemed to enjoy tossing Robert out of his comfort zone. Giving him a nod, Alan turned and bounded up the stairs into the moonlight. He waited at the entrance for Robert to catch up.
Robert joined Alan and they walked down the familiar streets. “Where are we heading?”
“Just a local pub, someplace to grab dinner, celebrate the end of the run.”
“We can do that at home.” Robert walked a little closer to Alan, wondering why he wanted to be out in public so bad when it was so much more fun to be tucked into Alan’s home and his arms.
“We can’t live buried in that flat, and we need to eat more than soup and sandwiches; you are losing too much weight.”
“I didn’t know you cared,” Robert said in a flippant matter, then immediately regretted his tone when Alan turned around and looked at him, eyes serious and a little sad. “Alan, you know what I meant. I know you care.” He reached his hand up to touch Alan’s hair and realized they were not in the protective shell of Alan’s home; they needed to water down the familiar gestures that they went through the day with, alone in their private sanctuary. He punched Alan in the shoulder in a “macho” way and again asked where they were headed. He laughed as Alan feigned pain, stumbling slightly. “Alan, I barely touched you.”
Alan laughed and wanted to kiss Robert, right here and now. It was nice to relax around him out in public. It was doubtful that they would be stalked by the paps; both tended to fly under the radar, especially Alan, even in his own neighborhood. He stopped and looked at Robert. Anyone seeing him would have known exactly what he was thinking and he smiled as a blush washed over Robert’s face. “Right here.” He pointed to the sign “The Garden” above the door. http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/52/5224/Garden/Islington
Robert had missed Alan’s pointing and stuttered, “We can’t do that right here; we are in public.”
Resisting the urge to kiss his confused boyfriend, he said, “The pub, you wanker.” He turned Robert around and gave his arse a little tap, releasing laughter as Robert stumbled forward and entered the local pub.
They found seats towards the back away from most of the throbbing crowd. Robert smiled when he felt Alan anchor his knee against his own. “So, what do you recommend?”
Alan leaned forward, trying to hear Robert through the noise. He knew in 30 minutes or so, most of the crowed would empty out and it would be easier to have a conversation. He put his hand in his jacket pocket, checking the contents, making sure everything was still in place.
Alan smiled at the cute waitress as she dropped menus on the table and asked for orders.
Alan ordered two of what ever ales they had on tap and saw a little grimace cross Robert’s face. He stopped and waited to hear another choice, but then Robert seemed to change his mind and finally agreed.
“One ale will not kill you. The show is over, we should celebrate.”
“There is the chance that you want to get me drunk and tarnish my virtue.”
“That ship sailed a while ago, in case you didn’t notice, and you did seem to enjoy it.”
Robert blushed deeply and was happy they were in the back of a dark pub, where no one would notice. He put his hand on the table near Alan’s, feeling drawn like a moth to the flame, he frowned when Alan took his hand away and put it into his pocket again.
The waitress dropped the ales off without a second look. Alan was taking a sip off the top as he pushed Robert’s over to him.
“What do you have in there, or are you just getting started early?”
Alan choked and took a few moments to gather himself. “Well, since you asked, tonight is not just about the show closing.”
Robert started to speak, then frowned and reached down into his pocket, extracting his cell phone and checking the caller id. Seeing who it was, he excused himself and made for the front exit, pressing the phone to his ear.
Alan watched Robert leave and was a little irritated. It was only two weeks till their anniversary. He wanted to celebrate a little tonight and he fingered the small gift he had in his pocket. But here he sat all alone, his boyfriend talking to someone. He could and should have just ignored the call. It was obvious that he had been about to say something important, but no, suddenly he no longer ranks. It is basic decency not to take a call when you are out, unless you are expecting one, and Robert hadn’t been. He had been preparing a little speech all night about how much Robert means to him and how this last year had been his happiest. But he was here in a dark bar, all by himself, no idea where Robert had gone off to to take his all-important phone call. Alan took a long draw off the cold bitter ale and closed his eyes. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe his gut was right and Robert was not ready. Maybe this was all going to start unraveling, just when it felt so right.
Alan’s brooding was interrupted by a soft hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Robert’s eyes filled with tears and he felt like a total idiot. “We need to leave,” Robert told him and Alan dropped some money on the table as Robert headed for the door. Alan grabbed Robert’s jacket he headed off after his visibly upset boyfriend.
7.11 Losing a friend