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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: The Good, the Bad, and the Sarky
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Gen, also: Reyes vs. the World
Rating: PG
Word Count: 688
Summary: Zeklos notices an attractive stranger in the station and Reyes becomes jealous.
Author’s Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words word of the day challenge. The word was ‘sarky’, a word I’d never heard but is now part of my permanent vocabulary.
“Who the hell is that,” Reyes asked tilting his head towards the guy coming out of Captain Amherst’s office.
Looking up, Zeklos gave him an appraising look. Tall, rangy, and auburn haired, whoever he was, he was memorable. “I don’t have any idea,” Zek said, grinning. “But he’s awfully good-looking.”
“Psht,” Reyes spluttered. “Not even half as hot as I am.” Zeklos glared at him and Zayne added, “Or the ginger.”
The newcomer was approaching them, the captain not far behind. Zeklos thought the guy looked familiar, like he’d seen him somewhere before, television possibly, but he couldn’t quite place the face. However, the moment the first few words tumbled out of that perfectly formed mouth, Andrej’s brain kicked in and let him know this unknown person was someone Reyes shouldn’t be anywhere near.
“Are these the two you were telling me about,” the man asked, turning his focus onto the captain. His words dripped with a posh British accent, sounding thick and heavy in Zeklos’ ears.
“Yes, yes,” Amherst said, holding a hand out towards Zek and Reyes. “These are two of our best detectives, Zayne Reyes and Andrej Zeklos.”
Zayne stuck his hand out and shook the stranger’s heartily. “Nice to meet you, but why are you here?”
“Zayne,” Andrej scolded. “Leave your manners at home, did you?”
The newcomer chuckled at Reyes’ glare. “You haven’t told your detectives yet?”
“I – I was about to get to that,” the captain spluttered. Zeklos could tell by the look on Amherst’s face that he’d been dreading this moment all day. “Guys, this is Marty Kubrick , he’s –”
“Ah-hah,” Zayne crowed. “I knew it, I knew you looked familiar. Zek, this is –”
“I know,” Andrej interrupted, because he knew all too well exactly who stood before him now. Trish had brought a movie over a few weeks back starring the stud standing before them. He wasn’t ever going to live down the fact that Trish had caught him staring at the television either.
“How?”
“Trish,” Zeklos said, as if that explained it all. “She –”
“How could he not,” Marty Kubrick cut in before Zeklos could elaborate, cocky grin firmly in place. “I mean, I am me, right?”
“Oh you’re something,” Zayne muttered.
“You’re no prize yourself,” Marty grumbled in response.
“Look, buddy –”
“So, cowboy? Think you want a go?” Somehow, even that threat came out sounding like an invitation to the ball with Kubrick’s thick accent.
“Ah, this must be that British politeness I keep hearing about,” Reyes snarled, obviously not buying into any of it. “Seeing the real thing in action, color me awed.”
“I suppose that depends,” Marty said, giving Zayne a long, hard look. “Is this a typical American being sarky?”
“Sarky?” Reyes’ face scrunched up in confusion. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He glanced at Zeklos. “Do I need to kick his ass for what he just said?”
“Stand down,” Zeklos commanded. “I’m guessing he’s accusing you of being sarcastic, Zayne. And he’d be right on the button, too.”
“Nose,” Reyes said, grinning. “But that’s another issue altogether.”
“Right,” Amherst said, voice wary. “Are you two done marking your territory because there is a reason he’s here.”
“Please captain, go on,” Zeklos said, ever the mediator. “And please forgive my partner, Mr. Kubrick. It doesn’t take much to get him riled some days.”
“Some days,” Amherst muttered. “Anyway, Mr. Kubrick here has secured a role in an upcoming film –”
“Oh no,” Reyes whined.
“– playing a detective –”
“A homicide detective, I’m sure,” Reyes directed at Zeklos.
“– and he’s looking for someone to model his character after.” That shut Reyes up and the captain nodded in what could only be relief. “My mistake for thinking it could have been either of you. He’d have better luck with Maxwell and Rollins.”
“You wouldn’t,” Zayne protested. “Would you?”
“Oh, I would,” Amherst agreed. “Are you going to play nice now?”
“Yes,” Reyes drawled, rolling his eyes. “I promise.”
“There he goes,” Marty chuckled. “Being sarky again.”
Andrej grinned. “Get used to it – it’s his natural state of being.”
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Gen, also: Reyes vs. the World
Rating: PG
Word Count: 688
Summary: Zeklos notices an attractive stranger in the station and Reyes becomes jealous.
Author’s Notes: Written for the
1_million_words word of the day challenge. The word was ‘sarky’, a word I’d never heard but is now part of my permanent vocabulary.“Who the hell is that,” Reyes asked tilting his head towards the guy coming out of Captain Amherst’s office.
Looking up, Zeklos gave him an appraising look. Tall, rangy, and auburn haired, whoever he was, he was memorable. “I don’t have any idea,” Zek said, grinning. “But he’s awfully good-looking.”
“Psht,” Reyes spluttered. “Not even half as hot as I am.” Zeklos glared at him and Zayne added, “Or the ginger.”
The newcomer was approaching them, the captain not far behind. Zeklos thought the guy looked familiar, like he’d seen him somewhere before, television possibly, but he couldn’t quite place the face. However, the moment the first few words tumbled out of that perfectly formed mouth, Andrej’s brain kicked in and let him know this unknown person was someone Reyes shouldn’t be anywhere near.
“Are these the two you were telling me about,” the man asked, turning his focus onto the captain. His words dripped with a posh British accent, sounding thick and heavy in Zeklos’ ears.
“Yes, yes,” Amherst said, holding a hand out towards Zek and Reyes. “These are two of our best detectives, Zayne Reyes and Andrej Zeklos.”
Zayne stuck his hand out and shook the stranger’s heartily. “Nice to meet you, but why are you here?”
“Zayne,” Andrej scolded. “Leave your manners at home, did you?”
The newcomer chuckled at Reyes’ glare. “You haven’t told your detectives yet?”
“I – I was about to get to that,” the captain spluttered. Zeklos could tell by the look on Amherst’s face that he’d been dreading this moment all day. “Guys, this is Marty Kubrick , he’s –”
“Ah-hah,” Zayne crowed. “I knew it, I knew you looked familiar. Zek, this is –”
“I know,” Andrej interrupted, because he knew all too well exactly who stood before him now. Trish had brought a movie over a few weeks back starring the stud standing before them. He wasn’t ever going to live down the fact that Trish had caught him staring at the television either.
“How?”
“Trish,” Zeklos said, as if that explained it all. “She –”
“How could he not,” Marty Kubrick cut in before Zeklos could elaborate, cocky grin firmly in place. “I mean, I am me, right?”
“Oh you’re something,” Zayne muttered.
“You’re no prize yourself,” Marty grumbled in response.
“Look, buddy –”
“So, cowboy? Think you want a go?” Somehow, even that threat came out sounding like an invitation to the ball with Kubrick’s thick accent.
“Ah, this must be that British politeness I keep hearing about,” Reyes snarled, obviously not buying into any of it. “Seeing the real thing in action, color me awed.”
“I suppose that depends,” Marty said, giving Zayne a long, hard look. “Is this a typical American being sarky?”
“Sarky?” Reyes’ face scrunched up in confusion. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He glanced at Zeklos. “Do I need to kick his ass for what he just said?”
“Stand down,” Zeklos commanded. “I’m guessing he’s accusing you of being sarcastic, Zayne. And he’d be right on the button, too.”
“Nose,” Reyes said, grinning. “But that’s another issue altogether.”
“Right,” Amherst said, voice wary. “Are you two done marking your territory because there is a reason he’s here.”
“Please captain, go on,” Zeklos said, ever the mediator. “And please forgive my partner, Mr. Kubrick. It doesn’t take much to get him riled some days.”
“Some days,” Amherst muttered. “Anyway, Mr. Kubrick here has secured a role in an upcoming film –”
“Oh no,” Reyes whined.
“– playing a detective –”
“A homicide detective, I’m sure,” Reyes directed at Zeklos.
“– and he’s looking for someone to model his character after.” That shut Reyes up and the captain nodded in what could only be relief. “My mistake for thinking it could have been either of you. He’d have better luck with Maxwell and Rollins.”
“You wouldn’t,” Zayne protested. “Would you?”
“Oh, I would,” Amherst agreed. “Are you going to play nice now?”
“Yes,” Reyes drawled, rolling his eyes. “I promise.”
“There he goes,” Marty chuckled. “Being sarky again.”
Andrej grinned. “Get used to it – it’s his natural state of being.”
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Date: 2015-12-23 09:02 pm (UTC)