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badly_knittedTitle: Blonds Have More Fun – Chapter 1: Propositions
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Andy Davidson, John Hart.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 786
Spoilers: A few weeks after Exit Wounds, maybe.
Summary: PC Andy finds himself having a drink at his local with John Hart of all people. Where is this going to lead?
Written For:
ruanchunxian’s prompt ‘any, any, do you want me to kill that guy for you?’, at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
threesentenceficathon.Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Perched on a stool at the bar, Andy props his head on the heel of one hand and idly traces patterns in the condensation on the side of his glass. When he’d got up this morning, showered, shaved, and headed for the station, he’d never imagined his day would end up like this.
Come to that, even when he’d left work at the end of his shift, he hadn’t had the slightest inkling the rest of his day would take the crazy detour it has from what he considers normal. And maybe it should be bothering him more than it is, but somehow there’s such an air of unreality about the whole situation that he can’t quite take it seriously enough for it to be worth worrying about. Maybe it’s a mistake to be so blasé, but if it is, well, he should’ve thought about that earlier. Too late now.
Nevertheless, Andy is still at a loss over how any of this is happening, because Jack Harkness told him in no uncertain terms that this Hart character is dangerous, can’t be trusted an inch, and yet here Andy is, just off duty, and having a drink with him… Well, one drink for Andy, just a pint of Brains, and a couple of dozen of something, or several somethings, stronger for John, who has a capacity for liquor beyond anything Andy has ever imagined. How Hart can still be on his feet, and only slurring his words a bit, is one of those things Andy can’t quite get his head around. It’s kind of impressive, to be honest. Most people would’ve been flat out on the floor a few drinks ago.
In fact, Andy’s so impressed that he’s kind of lost track of what they were talking about a minute ago as he watches John sink another shot of something that looks lethal. That is, until his… date, if that’s what John is, says suddenly, “So, d’you want me to kill that guy for you? ‘Cause you know I would if you asked. Fact is, I might do it even if you don’t ask. I do stuff like that for people I like, no charge, and sometimes for people I DON’T like, although if I don’t like them, I usually kill them instead. Saves trouble later.”
“Uh, no, I’d rather you didn’t kill my boss, even if he is a bit of an arse, or a lot of one, because… Well, I’m with the police, see? And if you murder someone, especially one of my superiors, then I’ll have to arrest you.” Andy pauses for a sip of beer, frowning. “Which I really don’t want to do, ‘cause I sort of like you. Besides, there’s a lot of paperwork involved with murders, and I just got off duty, and anyway, reckon you’d kill me if I tried to put the cuffs on you.”
“Yeah, might do, which would be a shame… You’re not bad to look at, blondie, all long and lean. Fine, since you asked so nicely, I won’t kill him, but if you ever change your mind, just say the word.”
John knocks back another glass of something; he seems to be trying one of everything, and where he got the money he’s using to pay for his drinks, Andy doesn’t want to know, or to even think about. Thankfully, John distracts him from his uncomfortable musings.
“So, want to go back to your place and shag? I’d take you back to mine, but I don’t actually have anywhere right now. New in town, and all that.”
Andy considers the offer for all of half a second before nodding. “Yeah, okay.”
“Finish your beer then, or I could finish it for you.”
“No, I’ve got it.” Andy picks up the half empty glass and drains it in a couple of gulps, setting it back on the beer mat and sliding off his stool. “Right, let’s go. We can walk; my place is only a couple of streets from here.”
“Lead the way, sunshine!”
This could turn out to be the biggest mistake Andy has ever made, and yet somehow, he doesn’t care, because John is incredibly sexy in those tight jeans, and Andy hasn’t had a decent shag since he broke up with what’s ‘er name. Polly, that was it. When was that? Five, six months back? Something like that. She wanted him to fix her speeding tickets, and he said no, so that was that. He reckons he’s long overdue for some action, and with Hart it looks like he’s onto a sure thing. If he regrets this in the morning… Well, no sense worrying about that right now; tomorrow will be soon enough.
TBC in ‘Armed And Sexy’
Come to that, even when he’d left work at the end of his shift, he hadn’t had the slightest inkling the rest of his day would take the crazy detour it has from what he considers normal. And maybe it should be bothering him more than it is, but somehow there’s such an air of unreality about the whole situation that he can’t quite take it seriously enough for it to be worth worrying about. Maybe it’s a mistake to be so blasé, but if it is, well, he should’ve thought about that earlier. Too late now.
Nevertheless, Andy is still at a loss over how any of this is happening, because Jack Harkness told him in no uncertain terms that this Hart character is dangerous, can’t be trusted an inch, and yet here Andy is, just off duty, and having a drink with him… Well, one drink for Andy, just a pint of Brains, and a couple of dozen of something, or several somethings, stronger for John, who has a capacity for liquor beyond anything Andy has ever imagined. How Hart can still be on his feet, and only slurring his words a bit, is one of those things Andy can’t quite get his head around. It’s kind of impressive, to be honest. Most people would’ve been flat out on the floor a few drinks ago.
In fact, Andy’s so impressed that he’s kind of lost track of what they were talking about a minute ago as he watches John sink another shot of something that looks lethal. That is, until his… date, if that’s what John is, says suddenly, “So, d’you want me to kill that guy for you? ‘Cause you know I would if you asked. Fact is, I might do it even if you don’t ask. I do stuff like that for people I like, no charge, and sometimes for people I DON’T like, although if I don’t like them, I usually kill them instead. Saves trouble later.”
“Uh, no, I’d rather you didn’t kill my boss, even if he is a bit of an arse, or a lot of one, because… Well, I’m with the police, see? And if you murder someone, especially one of my superiors, then I’ll have to arrest you.” Andy pauses for a sip of beer, frowning. “Which I really don’t want to do, ‘cause I sort of like you. Besides, there’s a lot of paperwork involved with murders, and I just got off duty, and anyway, reckon you’d kill me if I tried to put the cuffs on you.”
“Yeah, might do, which would be a shame… You’re not bad to look at, blondie, all long and lean. Fine, since you asked so nicely, I won’t kill him, but if you ever change your mind, just say the word.”
John knocks back another glass of something; he seems to be trying one of everything, and where he got the money he’s using to pay for his drinks, Andy doesn’t want to know, or to even think about. Thankfully, John distracts him from his uncomfortable musings.
“So, want to go back to your place and shag? I’d take you back to mine, but I don’t actually have anywhere right now. New in town, and all that.”
Andy considers the offer for all of half a second before nodding. “Yeah, okay.”
“Finish your beer then, or I could finish it for you.”
“No, I’ve got it.” Andy picks up the half empty glass and drains it in a couple of gulps, setting it back on the beer mat and sliding off his stool. “Right, let’s go. We can walk; my place is only a couple of streets from here.”
“Lead the way, sunshine!”
This could turn out to be the biggest mistake Andy has ever made, and yet somehow, he doesn’t care, because John is incredibly sexy in those tight jeans, and Andy hasn’t had a decent shag since he broke up with what’s ‘er name. Polly, that was it. When was that? Five, six months back? Something like that. She wanted him to fix her speeding tickets, and he said no, so that was that. He reckons he’s long overdue for some action, and with Hart it looks like he’s onto a sure thing. If he regrets this in the morning… Well, no sense worrying about that right now; tomorrow will be soon enough.
TBC in ‘Armed And Sexy’
