Open Skies fic: Dream a Little Longer
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uberniftacularTitle: Dream a Little Longer
Fandom: Original (Open Skies)
Characters/Pairings: Sally Tennyson, Charlie Fulton/Geoff Halliday preslash
Word Count: 883
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Warnings: none
Summary: Geoff has a crush. Sally wants him to do something about it, already.
Author’s Note: This one also got away with me. Sally demanded the opportunity to be sassy.
Feeling like a cliché, Geoff wipes the surface of the bar’s counter with a rag. He feels like every stereotype of a bartender ever to have occurred, but then, sometimes the counter does need wiping. He justifies to himself that at least he’s using a clean rag to wipe the counter, unlike some bartenders he’s been acquainted with in the past. Besides, this way it makes him look like he’s doing something productive, when in actuality he’s using the opportunity to gaze across the room to where he can see Charlie, standing with some other passengers and laughing very attractively at something.
Geoff gets so caught up watching Charlie that he doesn’t notice Sally slide onto the bar stool in front of him; she raps on the counter to get his attention.
“Geoff, honey. Daydream later? I just got off a rough shift and could really use a pick-me-up right about now.”
“Huh? Oh, hey Sal. The usual?” Sally nods. Geoff drapes the rag over his shoulder, sets a lowball glass on the bar in front of her, and pours out a measure of whiskey. Sally downs it in one gulp, and Geoff’s ready to pour her another even before she’s set the glass down.
“That bad, huh?”
“Oh yeah. Two fistfights, three proposed duels, and I had to haul the Doherty kid out of the rigging again, lord knows what she was doing up there. I swear, if she wasn’t Jonas’s pet charity case, I’d’ve tossed her overboard right then and there.” Geoff rolls his eyes in sympathy; he’s had to chase Meg out of his bar more times than he cares to count, so he understands Sally’s frustration.
“How’s your day been, then, Geoff? You looked like you were a million miles away when I came in.” Geoff looks down, grabbing the rag and starting to polish the bar again. Sally clears her throat and, when he looks up, raises one eyebrow at him, which makes him grin.
“It’s had its ups and downs, but been pretty good overall.”
“By which you mean that Charlie’s been here since the beginning of your shift?” Geoff smiles wryly at her; she always could read him like a book.
“Well, yes. Other things as well, but mostly that.” Geoff glances over at Charlie again with a small smile, and Sally turns to follow his gaze.
“I don’t blame you, really; man is mighty fine. But are you ever going to do anything about it, or are you just going to stand behind your bar and stare it him forever?” Sally turns back to stare intently at Geoff. She holds his gaze intently for a moment before cracking a smile. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna. It’s been way too long since I –“
“Woah, woah, Sal, I can’t know that,” Geoff interrupts hastily, eyes wide. Sally whoops with laughter at his reaction, drawing stares from the other patrons. Geoff gives a general “sorry, I’ll take care of it” shrug to the room at large, and hisses at Sally.
“Keep it down, everyone’s staring.”
“Oh, and that’s a problem because…? What, he might notice you exist? I thought that was rather the point, or haven’t you been listening to your own sorry ass these past few weeks?” Sally talks through her giggles, eventually calming down enough to give Geoff another one-cocked-eyebrow look.
“Well yeah, eventually, but not like this. I’d prefer he notice me, not my obnoxious drunk friend, thank you very much.”
“You gonna actually talk to him, then?” Geoff hesitates, and she whoops with laughter again. “I knew it! I knew you wouldn’t actually have the guts.” Geoff glares at her again, and she lowers her voice and leans in conspiratorially. “Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal. You promise you’re gonna talk to him, tonight, and I’ll get my ass out of here so I don’t ‘make a scene,’ or whatever it is you’re so damn worried about.” He hesitates again, and Sally grabs the bottle off the bar, pours herself another whiskey, and downs it before he can stop her. She holds it challengingly.
“Do we have a deal, or what? Because if we don’t, I’m drinkin’ another few of these, and like as not I’ll end up dancing on the table before the end of the night.” Geoff’s eyes widen in fear at the idea, and she smirks wickedly.
“So, is it a deal?” She holds the bottle threateningly over her glass, and begins to tilt it before he hastily grabs it away from her.
“Okay, okay, we’ve got a deal! Now get your going, girlie, before I have to call security to haul your drunk ass out.” They both grin at that as she stands to leave.
“Bye, then!” Sally says cheerfully, twiddling her fingers in a wave as she saunters out the door. Geoff smiles and shakes his head as she leaves, then gets back to the business of tidying his bar with one eye on Charlie.
Shortly after, he notices Charlie start to head his way, and takes a deep breath to steel himself and calm his heart rate a little before Charlie actually approaches the bar. He puts on his brightest grin as he greets him.
“Heya, Charlie, what can I do for you tonight?”
Fandom: Original (Open Skies)
Characters/Pairings: Sally Tennyson, Charlie Fulton/Geoff Halliday preslash
Word Count: 883
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Warnings: none
Summary: Geoff has a crush. Sally wants him to do something about it, already.
Author’s Note: This one also got away with me. Sally demanded the opportunity to be sassy.
Feeling like a cliché, Geoff wipes the surface of the bar’s counter with a rag. He feels like every stereotype of a bartender ever to have occurred, but then, sometimes the counter does need wiping. He justifies to himself that at least he’s using a clean rag to wipe the counter, unlike some bartenders he’s been acquainted with in the past. Besides, this way it makes him look like he’s doing something productive, when in actuality he’s using the opportunity to gaze across the room to where he can see Charlie, standing with some other passengers and laughing very attractively at something.
Geoff gets so caught up watching Charlie that he doesn’t notice Sally slide onto the bar stool in front of him; she raps on the counter to get his attention.
“Geoff, honey. Daydream later? I just got off a rough shift and could really use a pick-me-up right about now.”
“Huh? Oh, hey Sal. The usual?” Sally nods. Geoff drapes the rag over his shoulder, sets a lowball glass on the bar in front of her, and pours out a measure of whiskey. Sally downs it in one gulp, and Geoff’s ready to pour her another even before she’s set the glass down.
“That bad, huh?”
“Oh yeah. Two fistfights, three proposed duels, and I had to haul the Doherty kid out of the rigging again, lord knows what she was doing up there. I swear, if she wasn’t Jonas’s pet charity case, I’d’ve tossed her overboard right then and there.” Geoff rolls his eyes in sympathy; he’s had to chase Meg out of his bar more times than he cares to count, so he understands Sally’s frustration.
“How’s your day been, then, Geoff? You looked like you were a million miles away when I came in.” Geoff looks down, grabbing the rag and starting to polish the bar again. Sally clears her throat and, when he looks up, raises one eyebrow at him, which makes him grin.
“It’s had its ups and downs, but been pretty good overall.”
“By which you mean that Charlie’s been here since the beginning of your shift?” Geoff smiles wryly at her; she always could read him like a book.
“Well, yes. Other things as well, but mostly that.” Geoff glances over at Charlie again with a small smile, and Sally turns to follow his gaze.
“I don’t blame you, really; man is mighty fine. But are you ever going to do anything about it, or are you just going to stand behind your bar and stare it him forever?” Sally turns back to stare intently at Geoff. She holds his gaze intently for a moment before cracking a smile. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna. It’s been way too long since I –“
“Woah, woah, Sal, I can’t know that,” Geoff interrupts hastily, eyes wide. Sally whoops with laughter at his reaction, drawing stares from the other patrons. Geoff gives a general “sorry, I’ll take care of it” shrug to the room at large, and hisses at Sally.
“Keep it down, everyone’s staring.”
“Oh, and that’s a problem because…? What, he might notice you exist? I thought that was rather the point, or haven’t you been listening to your own sorry ass these past few weeks?” Sally talks through her giggles, eventually calming down enough to give Geoff another one-cocked-eyebrow look.
“Well yeah, eventually, but not like this. I’d prefer he notice me, not my obnoxious drunk friend, thank you very much.”
“You gonna actually talk to him, then?” Geoff hesitates, and she whoops with laughter again. “I knew it! I knew you wouldn’t actually have the guts.” Geoff glares at her again, and she lowers her voice and leans in conspiratorially. “Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal. You promise you’re gonna talk to him, tonight, and I’ll get my ass out of here so I don’t ‘make a scene,’ or whatever it is you’re so damn worried about.” He hesitates again, and Sally grabs the bottle off the bar, pours herself another whiskey, and downs it before he can stop her. She holds it challengingly.
“Do we have a deal, or what? Because if we don’t, I’m drinkin’ another few of these, and like as not I’ll end up dancing on the table before the end of the night.” Geoff’s eyes widen in fear at the idea, and she smirks wickedly.
“So, is it a deal?” She holds the bottle threateningly over her glass, and begins to tilt it before he hastily grabs it away from her.
“Okay, okay, we’ve got a deal! Now get your going, girlie, before I have to call security to haul your drunk ass out.” They both grin at that as she stands to leave.
“Bye, then!” Sally says cheerfully, twiddling her fingers in a wave as she saunters out the door. Geoff smiles and shakes his head as she leaves, then gets back to the business of tidying his bar with one eye on Charlie.
Shortly after, he notices Charlie start to head his way, and takes a deep breath to steel himself and calm his heart rate a little before Charlie actually approaches the bar. He puts on his brightest grin as he greets him.
“Heya, Charlie, what can I do for you tonight?”