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numb3rsflashficTitle: Last Call
Pairing/Characters: Don, Charlie
Rating/Category: NC17 (Default)
Spoilers: Counterfeit Reality (tiny)
Summary: The bar's closed but one patron just won't leave
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
"Bar's closed."
The bouncer put up a hand to keep Don from entering the bar. Don merely glared at the much larger man in a mixture of annoyance and one-upmanship and twisted towards him just enough so he could see the gun at his hip.
"It's okay. Let him in."
The bouncer looked back in surprise at the bartender who beckoned to Don to enter.
"Sorry to call you, but I knew he was one of yours." The bartender pointed to a figure huddled over a shot glass at the end of the bar. "He is yours, right?"
Don sighed. "More than I'd like to admit."
"Well, when I couldn't get him to accept a cab at 2AM, I thought he might be trouble. Mr. Gonzalez always said he was happy to have cops and you guys in here, so best to stay on good terms, you know?"
"Yeah. Appreciate it." Don waved off the bartender and walked down to the end of the bar. "Last call's come and gone. Time to go home."
"Don't wanna. Want another shot."
Don rubbed his stubble in frustration and tried to think of an approach that might not end in a fistfight.
"Well, how about I take you somewhere where you can get another drink? How's that sound to you?"
A pair of glassy brown eyes peeked out from under a mop of mussed curls.
"Now you're talking. Let's go."
Charlie slid off the barstool to leave and almost kept sliding all the way to the floor. Don quickly stepped in and grabbed Charlie's arm, pulling it around his neck to keep him upright.
"Easy there, buddy."
"I slipped." Charlie turned his face to Don and when he spoke, Don grimaced at the strong smell of tequila on his breath. As he helped Charlie walk out to his car, he noticed another scent almost entirely masked by the alcohol. He waited until they were outside the bar to bring it up.
"So, in addition to getting drunk, you screwed around too. Am I right? Please don't tell me you just picked up an anonymous woman in a bar and slept with her."
"No!" Charlie protested. "There were two of them and they picked me up!"
"Two women? I find that hard to believe."
"I never said they were women," Charlie teased.
Don halted and turned to stare at Charlie.
"I never said they were men either," Charlie blurted out with a raucous laugh.
Don rolled his eyes and kept walking, cursing at how far away he'd had to park. "At least tell me you were careful."
"Of course I was!" Charlie said, dismissively. "We had safewords and everything!"
"Oh, God," Don mumbled under his breath. He propped his liquid brother up against the car as he unlocked the passenger door. "You know, finding out you were shit-faced drunk in a cop bar, one that my friends frequent, is bad enough. Finding out you had kinky group sex with strangers is way more than I needed to know."
"You asked," Charlie smirked as Don poured him into the car. He reached across Charlie to fasten his seatbelt for him and felt Charlie lean in close to whisper in his ear. "You would have totally been into Argyle and Argyle would have totally been into you. You should come next time."
Don pulled away sharply and stared at Charlie, who merely smiled wickedly and laid his head back on the headrest.
Don walked around the car, got in, and started the engine. "Charlie..." Don turned to look at his brother, but saw his eyes were already closed. He shook his head in exasperation and started driving, taking out his aggravation on the gas pedal.
After a few turns at higher than posted speed limits, Charlie started to look woozy. "Maybe another drink isn't such a good idea."
"Now you're getting the picture," Don said angrily. "I swear Charlie, this is the last time! I am not coming to save your ass next time you decide to get fucked up in public!"
An oppressive silence hung heavily in the confined airspace of the car.
"Fine," Charlie said, rather complacently. "I'll just call Argyle."
Don gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, wringing the leather seams with his clenched hands. "No, Charlie. You call me. No matter what, you call me. Only me. You promise?"
Charlie smiled a big goofy grin and leaned towards Don, stopped from falling into him solely by the shoulder belt Don had locked him into. "You take such good care of me."
"Promise me, Charlie."
"I promise, Don. Only you."
Pairing/Characters: Don, Charlie
Rating/Category: NC17 (Default)
Spoilers: Counterfeit Reality (tiny)
Summary: The bar's closed but one patron just won't leave
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
"Bar's closed."
The bouncer put up a hand to keep Don from entering the bar. Don merely glared at the much larger man in a mixture of annoyance and one-upmanship and twisted towards him just enough so he could see the gun at his hip.
"It's okay. Let him in."
The bouncer looked back in surprise at the bartender who beckoned to Don to enter.
"Sorry to call you, but I knew he was one of yours." The bartender pointed to a figure huddled over a shot glass at the end of the bar. "He is yours, right?"
Don sighed. "More than I'd like to admit."
"Well, when I couldn't get him to accept a cab at 2AM, I thought he might be trouble. Mr. Gonzalez always said he was happy to have cops and you guys in here, so best to stay on good terms, you know?"
"Yeah. Appreciate it." Don waved off the bartender and walked down to the end of the bar. "Last call's come and gone. Time to go home."
"Don't wanna. Want another shot."
Don rubbed his stubble in frustration and tried to think of an approach that might not end in a fistfight.
"Well, how about I take you somewhere where you can get another drink? How's that sound to you?"
A pair of glassy brown eyes peeked out from under a mop of mussed curls.
"Now you're talking. Let's go."
Charlie slid off the barstool to leave and almost kept sliding all the way to the floor. Don quickly stepped in and grabbed Charlie's arm, pulling it around his neck to keep him upright.
"Easy there, buddy."
"I slipped." Charlie turned his face to Don and when he spoke, Don grimaced at the strong smell of tequila on his breath. As he helped Charlie walk out to his car, he noticed another scent almost entirely masked by the alcohol. He waited until they were outside the bar to bring it up.
"So, in addition to getting drunk, you screwed around too. Am I right? Please don't tell me you just picked up an anonymous woman in a bar and slept with her."
"No!" Charlie protested. "There were two of them and they picked me up!"
"Two women? I find that hard to believe."
"I never said they were women," Charlie teased.
Don halted and turned to stare at Charlie.
"I never said they were men either," Charlie blurted out with a raucous laugh.
Don rolled his eyes and kept walking, cursing at how far away he'd had to park. "At least tell me you were careful."
"Of course I was!" Charlie said, dismissively. "We had safewords and everything!"
"Oh, God," Don mumbled under his breath. He propped his liquid brother up against the car as he unlocked the passenger door. "You know, finding out you were shit-faced drunk in a cop bar, one that my friends frequent, is bad enough. Finding out you had kinky group sex with strangers is way more than I needed to know."
"You asked," Charlie smirked as Don poured him into the car. He reached across Charlie to fasten his seatbelt for him and felt Charlie lean in close to whisper in his ear. "You would have totally been into Argyle and Argyle would have totally been into you. You should come next time."
Don pulled away sharply and stared at Charlie, who merely smiled wickedly and laid his head back on the headrest.
Don walked around the car, got in, and started the engine. "Charlie..." Don turned to look at his brother, but saw his eyes were already closed. He shook his head in exasperation and started driving, taking out his aggravation on the gas pedal.
After a few turns at higher than posted speed limits, Charlie started to look woozy. "Maybe another drink isn't such a good idea."
"Now you're getting the picture," Don said angrily. "I swear Charlie, this is the last time! I am not coming to save your ass next time you decide to get fucked up in public!"
An oppressive silence hung heavily in the confined airspace of the car.
"Fine," Charlie said, rather complacently. "I'll just call Argyle."
Don gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, wringing the leather seams with his clenched hands. "No, Charlie. You call me. No matter what, you call me. Only me. You promise?"
Charlie smiled a big goofy grin and leaned towards Don, stopped from falling into him solely by the shoulder belt Don had locked him into. "You take such good care of me."
"Promise me, Charlie."
"I promise, Don. Only you."
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