[Fic: GW] The Night Club
Title: The Night Club (part2)
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG
Characters(this chapter): Quatre, Heero
Notes: sorry, this was meant yesterday but I lost the document somehow and yeah. Today you get a chapter! :)
ETA!: Oh and this is my 1000th post! :)
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“Heero,” Quatre said as Heero entered his office, “I’m glad that you’re here. I have something to tell you.”
“Morning,” Heero murmured, sitting down, “Who was the man downstairs?”
“Him? Oh a job applicant for the bar tending position that opened up. I might have to take him; I haven’t received anything from the job agency. Seems no one wants to work here,” Quatre sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair.
“I see,” Heero said.
Quatre gave Heero a narrow stare, “You’re interested in him? Oh god. The last time you wanted anyone was Relena and that was when you thought you were straight.”
“It’s called bisexuality, Quatre,” Heero said dryly, “Perhaps you’ve heard of it?”
“Then how come it didn’t work out with Relena?” Quatre demanded. “She is beautiful, smart, a little naïve, but there are worse things in a person!”
“Not everything is as it seems,” Heero murmured.
“I suppose so,” Quatre admitted. “I do have something to tell you.” He handed a folder to Heero. “The threats have started up again. Ever since the failed bombing it seems we’re seen as a little more than limp wristed queers and butch dykes.”
“That’s only half of your customer base, if that,” Heero said, frowning as he leafed through the threats.
“True, but we’re known as the only gay friendly night club in the city since Mr Smith’s burned down,” Quatre murmured. “Hey, I just realised, you might actually have a chance with the bar tender.”
“Go on,” Heero said.
“He worked previously at Mr Smith’s,” Quatre said, grinning, “Unless he was a closet bigot and still is since he applied here, he will be at least open minded... Or desperate for work.”
“Good,” Heero said, handing the folder back to Quatre who took with reluctantly. “It seems there more than one group or person behind these threats. They differ in several ways, if you go to the police, they could run tests and you could get firm proof.”
Quatre snorted, “Yeah, that went well last time and even when a bunch of homophobes tried to blow up the place they barely even paid attention to me or the past threats.”
“So I thought that I would it get checked out by a former police forensic. She left the force a couple years ago to go private but we still talk occasionally,” Heero said.
“Can she be trusted?”
Heero nodded. “Doctor Po was always a bit leftist for the force, too willing for change, especially in this city. That’s part of the reason I think she went private.”
“Okay,” Quatre agreed, handing over the folder again. “Just add the expenses to my bill, Heero. I bet it’s getting hefty with all the services I’ve needed from you lately.”
“I’m sorry for not catching all the people on the night that -”
“It’s not your fault, Heero. I can’t expect, or want you to be on duty twenty four hours a day. You have a life to live just like the rest of us,” Quatre smiled again and held out a hand. Heero shook it firmly. When they both left go, Quatre patted Heero on the back and grinned.
“Living,” Quatre said, “Could involve checking to see if that hot bar tender is still downstairs.”
Heero twitched in the direction of the door before glaring at Quatre. “He’d be gone by now.”
“True,” Quatre said. “But he seemed qualified. And a friend of Hilde’s, who has been nothing but a hard worker in the short time she has been here, so… I might just hire Duo Maxwell.”
“Duo,” said Heero, tasting the name on his tongue.
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG
Characters(this chapter): Quatre, Heero
Notes: sorry, this was meant yesterday but I lost the document somehow and yeah. Today you get a chapter! :)
ETA!: Oh and this is my 1000th post! :)
***
“Heero,” Quatre said as Heero entered his office, “I’m glad that you’re here. I have something to tell you.”
“Morning,” Heero murmured, sitting down, “Who was the man downstairs?”
“Him? Oh a job applicant for the bar tending position that opened up. I might have to take him; I haven’t received anything from the job agency. Seems no one wants to work here,” Quatre sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair.
“I see,” Heero said.
Quatre gave Heero a narrow stare, “You’re interested in him? Oh god. The last time you wanted anyone was Relena and that was when you thought you were straight.”
“It’s called bisexuality, Quatre,” Heero said dryly, “Perhaps you’ve heard of it?”
“Then how come it didn’t work out with Relena?” Quatre demanded. “She is beautiful, smart, a little naïve, but there are worse things in a person!”
“Not everything is as it seems,” Heero murmured.
“I suppose so,” Quatre admitted. “I do have something to tell you.” He handed a folder to Heero. “The threats have started up again. Ever since the failed bombing it seems we’re seen as a little more than limp wristed queers and butch dykes.”
“That’s only half of your customer base, if that,” Heero said, frowning as he leafed through the threats.
“True, but we’re known as the only gay friendly night club in the city since Mr Smith’s burned down,” Quatre murmured. “Hey, I just realised, you might actually have a chance with the bar tender.”
“Go on,” Heero said.
“He worked previously at Mr Smith’s,” Quatre said, grinning, “Unless he was a closet bigot and still is since he applied here, he will be at least open minded... Or desperate for work.”
“Good,” Heero said, handing the folder back to Quatre who took with reluctantly. “It seems there more than one group or person behind these threats. They differ in several ways, if you go to the police, they could run tests and you could get firm proof.”
Quatre snorted, “Yeah, that went well last time and even when a bunch of homophobes tried to blow up the place they barely even paid attention to me or the past threats.”
“So I thought that I would it get checked out by a former police forensic. She left the force a couple years ago to go private but we still talk occasionally,” Heero said.
“Can she be trusted?”
Heero nodded. “Doctor Po was always a bit leftist for the force, too willing for change, especially in this city. That’s part of the reason I think she went private.”
“Okay,” Quatre agreed, handing over the folder again. “Just add the expenses to my bill, Heero. I bet it’s getting hefty with all the services I’ve needed from you lately.”
“I’m sorry for not catching all the people on the night that -”
“It’s not your fault, Heero. I can’t expect, or want you to be on duty twenty four hours a day. You have a life to live just like the rest of us,” Quatre smiled again and held out a hand. Heero shook it firmly. When they both left go, Quatre patted Heero on the back and grinned.
“Living,” Quatre said, “Could involve checking to see if that hot bar tender is still downstairs.”
Heero twitched in the direction of the door before glaring at Quatre. “He’d be gone by now.”
“True,” Quatre said. “But he seemed qualified. And a friend of Hilde’s, who has been nothing but a hard worker in the short time she has been here, so… I might just hire Duo Maxwell.”
“Duo,” said Heero, tasting the name on his tongue.