Pastime 1/1 #14 (18/100)
Title: Pastime
Author: Saga Chriztine “sagaluthien” Pettersson
Fandom: Real people: Orlando Bloom
Claim: RP: Orlando Bloom
Pairing: OB
Prompt: #14 Green (18/100)
Word Count: 814
Rating:PG-13
Betad: A friend
Table for all enties: Table at my story journal
General information and disclaimer: http://sagas-stories.livejournal.com/30121.html
Author’s note: This story was written for Man in the mirror Challenge for St Patricks day 2005.
"Is the place taken?"
"No, you're welcome."
"What brings you here this day?"
Now I turned on the bar chair I was sitting on to see who was seated beside me. I wasn't in any mood to small chat, even if it might be a good thing to pass the time. I had come to this Irish pub with a friend that so much wanted to see how Irish people celebrated the St Paddy's day. It was a disappointment for her, when there hadn't been anyone.
There was quite lots of people so it hadn't take long before she had found some handsome Irish lad to flirt with. As many times before I was left alone. I think I started to get use to it. I usually fall into pitying myself and get pissed since that recurs all the time. It wasn't any different in which country we were. She seems always to leave the places together with some guy and I return to where I was staying.
I hadn't heard enough of an accent to decide if he was an Irish guy or a Brit yet. Looking him up and down told me that he seemed to be taller than me. His clothes were baggy and well worn, so I couldn't say how his body actually looked. The pub's light made it hard to see his face clearly as he also had hidden it with wearing a hat, which reminded me of those silly leprechaun hats that are often seen during this day, in particular.
He didn't seem dangerous so I decided I could just as likely talk with him as mull in my all too familiar situation. There was something special about him, something I thought I never would miss out on.
"I just followed a friend of mine that wanted to see how the Irish celebrated the day."
"Then she got disappointed. Where is she now?"
"Somewhere around. Probably flirting with the guys. What about you? I can't think this is where you would go."
This time he really draws on his Irish. "What makes you think I'm not usually go here?"
I didn't know what to answer with. I didn't want to let him know I actually recognized he wasn't a native Irishmen. I wanted to hold on to that he would think he succeed with his disguise.
"I really don't know. I just got that feeling."
"Because of the clothes or something else?"
"Because of the clothes or maybe my attitude."
I saw how he looked at me, sort of measured me or decided what attitude I was talking about. After a while he kept talking. "Can I offer you something to drink?"
"Thanks a coke would be fine, I'm tired of all green beer they seem to serve."
He called the bartender and ordered what I wanted and a pint for himself.
The sound in the pub had increased some and we had to sit closer together to be able to hear what we said. Every minute it got harder and harder to concentrate. He smelled nice, a little intoxicating. From time to time he also went out of the dialect he tried to speak in.
His voice was very alluring and I was certain I would have fallen for him, even though if I hadn't recognized him after some time.
After one more coke and pint for him my friend seemed to have decided to let me know that she had met a guy. I just said 'yeah, yeah' to her. I absolutely didn't care what she did, I did enjoy my company. She looked suspiciously at him, shrugging her shoulders to me as to tell me it was my choice. Probably she saw what he might look like in the first and that was far away from the handsome guy. If she seen that she had probably tried to win him.
I noticed that she had not only danced she had been drinking a lot. That was probably taken care of the guys and the one that she would go home with.
My company did look her up and down and to my surprise he didn't seem affected by her presence. As a gentleman he presented himself.
"Byrne."
"Susanne. If you excuse me but I think need to get back to my date."
I was very happy that she didn't want to linger and for once I thought I wouldn't need to head home self.
"What are you smiling at?"
"You can tell me that Mr. Bloom."
"Oh you busted me…" He started to laugh and I fell in with him.
When he had gathered himself he leaned and whispered in my ear; "What do you say we get out of here before you announce who I am and anyone else recognize me?"
Since Susanne had left and I really enjoyed Orlando's company I said yes.
~*~*The End*~*~
Author: Saga Chriztine “sagaluthien” Pettersson
Fandom: Real people: Orlando Bloom
Claim: RP: Orlando Bloom
Pairing: OB
Prompt: #14 Green (18/100)
Word Count: 814
Rating:PG-13
Betad: A friend
Table for all enties: Table at my story journal
General information and disclaimer: http://sagas-stories.livejournal.com/30121.html
Author’s note: This story was written for Man in the mirror Challenge for St Patricks day 2005.
"Is the place taken?"
"No, you're welcome."
"What brings you here this day?"
Now I turned on the bar chair I was sitting on to see who was seated beside me. I wasn't in any mood to small chat, even if it might be a good thing to pass the time. I had come to this Irish pub with a friend that so much wanted to see how Irish people celebrated the St Paddy's day. It was a disappointment for her, when there hadn't been anyone.
There was quite lots of people so it hadn't take long before she had found some handsome Irish lad to flirt with. As many times before I was left alone. I think I started to get use to it. I usually fall into pitying myself and get pissed since that recurs all the time. It wasn't any different in which country we were. She seems always to leave the places together with some guy and I return to where I was staying.
I hadn't heard enough of an accent to decide if he was an Irish guy or a Brit yet. Looking him up and down told me that he seemed to be taller than me. His clothes were baggy and well worn, so I couldn't say how his body actually looked. The pub's light made it hard to see his face clearly as he also had hidden it with wearing a hat, which reminded me of those silly leprechaun hats that are often seen during this day, in particular.
He didn't seem dangerous so I decided I could just as likely talk with him as mull in my all too familiar situation. There was something special about him, something I thought I never would miss out on.
"I just followed a friend of mine that wanted to see how the Irish celebrated the day."
"Then she got disappointed. Where is she now?"
"Somewhere around. Probably flirting with the guys. What about you? I can't think this is where you would go."
This time he really draws on his Irish. "What makes you think I'm not usually go here?"
I didn't know what to answer with. I didn't want to let him know I actually recognized he wasn't a native Irishmen. I wanted to hold on to that he would think he succeed with his disguise.
"I really don't know. I just got that feeling."
"Because of the clothes or something else?"
"Because of the clothes or maybe my attitude."
I saw how he looked at me, sort of measured me or decided what attitude I was talking about. After a while he kept talking. "Can I offer you something to drink?"
"Thanks a coke would be fine, I'm tired of all green beer they seem to serve."
He called the bartender and ordered what I wanted and a pint for himself.
The sound in the pub had increased some and we had to sit closer together to be able to hear what we said. Every minute it got harder and harder to concentrate. He smelled nice, a little intoxicating. From time to time he also went out of the dialect he tried to speak in.
His voice was very alluring and I was certain I would have fallen for him, even though if I hadn't recognized him after some time.
After one more coke and pint for him my friend seemed to have decided to let me know that she had met a guy. I just said 'yeah, yeah' to her. I absolutely didn't care what she did, I did enjoy my company. She looked suspiciously at him, shrugging her shoulders to me as to tell me it was my choice. Probably she saw what he might look like in the first and that was far away from the handsome guy. If she seen that she had probably tried to win him.
I noticed that she had not only danced she had been drinking a lot. That was probably taken care of the guys and the one that she would go home with.
My company did look her up and down and to my surprise he didn't seem affected by her presence. As a gentleman he presented himself.
"Byrne."
"Susanne. If you excuse me but I think need to get back to my date."
I was very happy that she didn't want to linger and for once I thought I wouldn't need to head home self.
"What are you smiling at?"
"You can tell me that Mr. Bloom."
"Oh you busted me…" He started to laugh and I fell in with him.
When he had gathered himself he leaned and whispered in my ear; "What do you say we get out of here before you announce who I am and anyone else recognize me?"
Since Susanne had left and I really enjoyed Orlando's company I said yes.
~*~*The End*~*~