Proof. (Part two)
Title: Proof.
Prompt: 7. Prove it
Rating: PG
Word count: 601
Summary: Part two of a multiple post story. Dr. Horrible's number 1 fan sets out to become number 1 in his heart.
Read part one.
“So...”
He wiped his hands on his pant legs, although they were already clearly soaked so she wasn’t sure why he bothered. He was obviously not use to going out with girls by his worried little smiles, and she had lost count how many times his spoon had fallen from his slippery fingers.
His last date had been with Switch (or was it Bait?) and that had been a disaster. Most girls didn’t want to subjugate themselves to dating a human humidifier. Except at water parks, he usually had a bit more luck there.
“Tell me what its like to be a henchman. It must be an exciting life.” One offered and he gratefully pounced on the topic to break the awkward silence that had dominated their date. “Oh its great,” he replied after a large gulp of water. His fourth glass.
He could probably stand to be a little dehydrated, One thought with a glance at the small puddle leaking from the man’s sneakers. Just get through it, its for the greater goal. He was Dr. Horrible’s right hand man, the perfect guy to weasel her into the Horrible Lab. After she had secured her place with Dr. Horrible, she wouldn’t have to deal with Moist’s dampness ever again.
One shook herself out of her thoughts, nodding her head as she pretended to listen to Moist. He was going on about how he was Evil League Union certified and how his power could actually prove to be useful in a variety of situations.
“I can squeeze into a lot of places you wouldn’t normally think. I’m basically covered in a natural lubrication so I can slip in and out of places really easily. Actually, my villain name was going to be The Lubricator, but apparently that was too PG-13 for the League to accept. Moist has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
“Oh yeah. Fantastic.”
“Dr. Horrible helped come up with it, he’s good with names. Really needs to work on the catch phrases, though. It’s a funny story of how I got my power. My dad brought hom--”
“Tell me more about him!”
“My...dad? He’s just a regular--”
“No, not him. Dr. Horrible.” She leaned forward, until her arm was nearly brushing against the beads of perspiration on his knuckles. Moist’s eyebrow shot up in questioning. This was the most excited he had seen his date the whole evening.
“Oh. He’s great, really. Best member of the ELE, if you ask me. He’s made me his right hand henchman. Never thought I’d actually get to be the henchman to someone actually a part of the League, you know? It’s pretty awesome, a lot better pay. After the last heist, we finally have enough to get a mansion and a proper lab.” He leaned forward, “Our landlord is pretty pissed about all the smoke and smells always coming from the lab in the basement.”
A slim smile spread across One’s features. So they were still roommates. Excellent. She moved her hand forward, brushing it along his knuckles slowly. It took every ounce of willpower not to shudder at the droplets gathering on her hand. Note to self: wear gloves next time. And bring a towel. Several towels.
“Why don’t we go back to your place?” One said slyly, glancing up through her eyelashes. Moist found himself covered in a fresh layer of perspiration and in dire need of a change of clothes. Good thing he’d worn his swimming trunks under his jeans. He cleared his throat and glanced around the restaurant with sudden desperation, “Check please!”
Prompt: 7. Prove it
Rating: PG
Word count: 601
Summary: Part two of a multiple post story. Dr. Horrible's number 1 fan sets out to become number 1 in his heart.
Read part one.
“So...”
He wiped his hands on his pant legs, although they were already clearly soaked so she wasn’t sure why he bothered. He was obviously not use to going out with girls by his worried little smiles, and she had lost count how many times his spoon had fallen from his slippery fingers.
His last date had been with Switch (or was it Bait?) and that had been a disaster. Most girls didn’t want to subjugate themselves to dating a human humidifier. Except at water parks, he usually had a bit more luck there.
“Tell me what its like to be a henchman. It must be an exciting life.” One offered and he gratefully pounced on the topic to break the awkward silence that had dominated their date. “Oh its great,” he replied after a large gulp of water. His fourth glass.
He could probably stand to be a little dehydrated, One thought with a glance at the small puddle leaking from the man’s sneakers. Just get through it, its for the greater goal. He was Dr. Horrible’s right hand man, the perfect guy to weasel her into the Horrible Lab. After she had secured her place with Dr. Horrible, she wouldn’t have to deal with Moist’s dampness ever again.
One shook herself out of her thoughts, nodding her head as she pretended to listen to Moist. He was going on about how he was Evil League Union certified and how his power could actually prove to be useful in a variety of situations.
“I can squeeze into a lot of places you wouldn’t normally think. I’m basically covered in a natural lubrication so I can slip in and out of places really easily. Actually, my villain name was going to be The Lubricator, but apparently that was too PG-13 for the League to accept. Moist has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
“Oh yeah. Fantastic.”
“Dr. Horrible helped come up with it, he’s good with names. Really needs to work on the catch phrases, though. It’s a funny story of how I got my power. My dad brought hom--”
“Tell me more about him!”
“My...dad? He’s just a regular--”
“No, not him. Dr. Horrible.” She leaned forward, until her arm was nearly brushing against the beads of perspiration on his knuckles. Moist’s eyebrow shot up in questioning. This was the most excited he had seen his date the whole evening.
“Oh. He’s great, really. Best member of the ELE, if you ask me. He’s made me his right hand henchman. Never thought I’d actually get to be the henchman to someone actually a part of the League, you know? It’s pretty awesome, a lot better pay. After the last heist, we finally have enough to get a mansion and a proper lab.” He leaned forward, “Our landlord is pretty pissed about all the smoke and smells always coming from the lab in the basement.”
A slim smile spread across One’s features. So they were still roommates. Excellent. She moved her hand forward, brushing it along his knuckles slowly. It took every ounce of willpower not to shudder at the droplets gathering on her hand. Note to self: wear gloves next time. And bring a towel. Several towels.
“Why don’t we go back to your place?” One said slyly, glancing up through her eyelashes. Moist found himself covered in a fresh layer of perspiration and in dire need of a change of clothes. Good thing he’d worn his swimming trunks under his jeans. He cleared his throat and glanced around the restaurant with sudden desperation, “Check please!”