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maderrWho has had rather a crummy V Day. Hope this adds a little bit of cheer, despite the fact that it's hopelessly cute and pointless.
Handcuffs and Candy
"So where are we going?" Owen asked.
"The answer is the same as it has been the last two dozen times you've asked," Paul said, torn between amusement and exasperation. "We're almost there, you can wait fifteen more minutes."
Owen sighed dramatically and looked around the city street they were on. Paul's sister had taken them along on one of her business trips - she was always going to this or that seminar - so that they could all have fun over Valentine's day instead of being swamped by work, school and unwanted relatives. Owen's mother had opted to stay home - she hadn't said but Owen had a sneaking suspicion she would be inviting their gardener over for dinner.
"So where are we going?" he asked with a grin.
Paul smacked him, the gold handcuffs on his wrist jabbing into Owen's chest. "Behave."
"I'm afraid I don't know that word. I only speak improper English."
"I'll tell that waitress you want her phone number."
"You wouldn't."
Paul beamed.
"Okay, okay." Owen knew when he was beat. "So where are we going?"
Rolling his eyes and fighting a smile, Paul pointed. "There. My sister took me here once before and I remembered the shop. I thought you might like it."
Owen did like it. The candy shop looked like something out of a children's book, right down to the wooden sign over the door that said Something Sweet. "Cool!"
"Yeah, and it's got candies I've never heard of and stuff." Paul grinned, happy that Owen appeared to like it. "One of the guys who works there said everything is made locally by little old ladies and stuff."
"Cool! Let's go!" Owen all but dragged him down the street and into the shop.
A bell rang as they stepped inside, and Owen was instantly enchanted. He half dragged Paul around the store, tasting every sample available and debating in mutter and mumbles as to what he should buy.
They were in the back of the store when the bell chimed again, and Owen looked up idly while sampling a concoction of cherries, almonds and chocolate. The man that entered was tall and slender, with the wiry build of a runner. His hair was a pale blonde and a victim of the brisk wind outside. He didn't seem interested in the store, but rather strode right up the counter where the guy at the cash register was reading what had to be a fantasy novel - they were the only ones that tended to be the size of a small house. "Why on earth are you reading that?" he asked with an offended frown.
The man at the counter smiled in amusement as he looked up from the book. "Just checking out your competition."
"And?"
"And whatever happened to telling me hello?"
"I was going to, until I saw you reading his book." The pale haired man was doing his best to sound put out, but Owen could see his lips twitching. The weird discussion was obviously a joke between them.
The man at the counter laughed softly. "Well, never fear. Your new one is much, much better."
"And what about my old one?"
"Best not to say," the man at the counter said with a snicker.
The pale haired man shook his head, "You wound me, Sherlock."
Sherlock leaned across the counter and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sure you'll get me back. How was the meeting?"
Owen stopped listening, and exchanged a smile with Paul. "Anything in here you want?"
"I think you're buying enough for both of us," Paul said.
"Yeah, yeah." Owen grinned and made for the counter, candy balanced precariously in one arm and his other hand still clasping Paul's.
The two men stopped talking as they approached, though the pale-haired one didn't move from his spot leaning across the old, scuffed wooden counter. "Find everything you wanted?"
"Yes, thank you." Paul answered, setting down the bags of candy Owen had bid him carry.
The pale-haired man looked at his wrist with a raised brow. "That's an interesting bracelet."
Owen snickered when Paul blushed.
"Dare I ask the reason for it?"
"Basil, knock it off." Sherlock smiled. "I'm sure your imagination is a lot better than reality anyway."
Owen laughed as Paul only turned a brighter shade of red. "They're how we met."
"Now I really want to know," Basil said.
"Sorry," Owen winked. "It's our secret."
Basil laughed.
Sherlock handed Owen his change and a large paper bag heavy with the candy Owen had bought. "Enjoy the sweets, and Happy Valentine's Day."
"Same to you," Owen replied. He picked up the bag in one arm and held his other out to Paul, who took it and led the way out of the store.
Outside, Owen gave Paul a suspicious look. "Are they the reason you remember this store?"
"Only the guy at the counter," Paul admitted. "Hard to forget a guy that cute, yeah? Looks like he got a boyfriend."
"So it's Valentine's Day and you take me to a candy shop because you wanted to ogle the guy at the register?"
"He's the owner," Paul clarified. "And you're cuter."
Owen nodded, "Damn straight."
A beat of silence. "So what did you get me for V-day?"
Owen grinned and winked, "Let's just say it goes with the handcuffs."
"Oh, no."
"Oh, yes."
Handcuffs and Candy
"So where are we going?" Owen asked.
"The answer is the same as it has been the last two dozen times you've asked," Paul said, torn between amusement and exasperation. "We're almost there, you can wait fifteen more minutes."
Owen sighed dramatically and looked around the city street they were on. Paul's sister had taken them along on one of her business trips - she was always going to this or that seminar - so that they could all have fun over Valentine's day instead of being swamped by work, school and unwanted relatives. Owen's mother had opted to stay home - she hadn't said but Owen had a sneaking suspicion she would be inviting their gardener over for dinner.
"So where are we going?" he asked with a grin.
Paul smacked him, the gold handcuffs on his wrist jabbing into Owen's chest. "Behave."
"I'm afraid I don't know that word. I only speak improper English."
"I'll tell that waitress you want her phone number."
"You wouldn't."
Paul beamed.
"Okay, okay." Owen knew when he was beat. "So where are we going?"
Rolling his eyes and fighting a smile, Paul pointed. "There. My sister took me here once before and I remembered the shop. I thought you might like it."
Owen did like it. The candy shop looked like something out of a children's book, right down to the wooden sign over the door that said Something Sweet. "Cool!"
"Yeah, and it's got candies I've never heard of and stuff." Paul grinned, happy that Owen appeared to like it. "One of the guys who works there said everything is made locally by little old ladies and stuff."
"Cool! Let's go!" Owen all but dragged him down the street and into the shop.
A bell rang as they stepped inside, and Owen was instantly enchanted. He half dragged Paul around the store, tasting every sample available and debating in mutter and mumbles as to what he should buy.
They were in the back of the store when the bell chimed again, and Owen looked up idly while sampling a concoction of cherries, almonds and chocolate. The man that entered was tall and slender, with the wiry build of a runner. His hair was a pale blonde and a victim of the brisk wind outside. He didn't seem interested in the store, but rather strode right up the counter where the guy at the cash register was reading what had to be a fantasy novel - they were the only ones that tended to be the size of a small house. "Why on earth are you reading that?" he asked with an offended frown.
The man at the counter smiled in amusement as he looked up from the book. "Just checking out your competition."
"And?"
"And whatever happened to telling me hello?"
"I was going to, until I saw you reading his book." The pale haired man was doing his best to sound put out, but Owen could see his lips twitching. The weird discussion was obviously a joke between them.
The man at the counter laughed softly. "Well, never fear. Your new one is much, much better."
"And what about my old one?"
"Best not to say," the man at the counter said with a snicker.
The pale haired man shook his head, "You wound me, Sherlock."
Sherlock leaned across the counter and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sure you'll get me back. How was the meeting?"
Owen stopped listening, and exchanged a smile with Paul. "Anything in here you want?"
"I think you're buying enough for both of us," Paul said.
"Yeah, yeah." Owen grinned and made for the counter, candy balanced precariously in one arm and his other hand still clasping Paul's.
The two men stopped talking as they approached, though the pale-haired one didn't move from his spot leaning across the old, scuffed wooden counter. "Find everything you wanted?"
"Yes, thank you." Paul answered, setting down the bags of candy Owen had bid him carry.
The pale-haired man looked at his wrist with a raised brow. "That's an interesting bracelet."
Owen snickered when Paul blushed.
"Dare I ask the reason for it?"
"Basil, knock it off." Sherlock smiled. "I'm sure your imagination is a lot better than reality anyway."
Owen laughed as Paul only turned a brighter shade of red. "They're how we met."
"Now I really want to know," Basil said.
"Sorry," Owen winked. "It's our secret."
Basil laughed.
Sherlock handed Owen his change and a large paper bag heavy with the candy Owen had bought. "Enjoy the sweets, and Happy Valentine's Day."
"Same to you," Owen replied. He picked up the bag in one arm and held his other out to Paul, who took it and led the way out of the store.
Outside, Owen gave Paul a suspicious look. "Are they the reason you remember this store?"
"Only the guy at the counter," Paul admitted. "Hard to forget a guy that cute, yeah? Looks like he got a boyfriend."
"So it's Valentine's Day and you take me to a candy shop because you wanted to ogle the guy at the register?"
"He's the owner," Paul clarified. "And you're cuter."
Owen nodded, "Damn straight."
A beat of silence. "So what did you get me for V-day?"
Owen grinned and winked, "Let's just say it goes with the handcuffs."
"Oh, no."
"Oh, yes."
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Date: 2005-02-14 11:45 pm (UTC)(Also, OH CRAP, laaaaaaate. *runs for it*)
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Date: 2005-02-14 11:46 pm (UTC)I'm pretty sure ths is the most obnoxious thing I've ever written.
Idgit. Get off LJ and GET TO SCHOOL.
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Date: 2005-02-14 11:51 pm (UTC)Thanks, Meg.
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Date: 2005-02-14 11:54 pm (UTC)^_^ I figured, hey. Why do hideously cute when I could go with omfgwhatiswrongwithyou? cute. Of course, now I need to figure out how to top this. Heehee.
I hope it really did help. Sorry I didn't write something with actual content.
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Date: 2005-02-14 11:56 pm (UTC)Believe me, it did help. And, I am sorry I'm being such a downer.
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Date: 2005-02-15 12:15 am (UTC)You know, anything to help out science :)
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Date: 2005-02-15 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-15 01:18 am (UTC)*squees happily*
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Date: 2005-02-15 03:34 am (UTC)You're all sorts of wonderful. Except I really would love to know the story of the handcuffs. You haven't written about that yet, have you? *eyes*
*falls back into diabetic coma*
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Date: 2005-02-15 03:36 am (UTC)That's the funnist part of all this - the handcuffs incicent was all of the first line in the original story. I think it's on my site somewhere?
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Date: 2005-02-15 06:27 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-02-15 03:52 am (UTC)lmao
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Date: 2005-02-15 03:36 pm (UTC)pssst! Ogle is spelled with one "g"... *runs away to hide*
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Date: 2005-02-15 05:02 pm (UTC)Now, see. That's what I thought. But my spellcheck said I was wrong, and generally it gets the *spelling* right. *grumbles*
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Date: 2005-02-15 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-15 03:59 am (UTC)I try to do what I can to make the holiday a happy day for all.