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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Spay Day Blues
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: The girls treat Andrej to a spa day.
Author’s notes: Written for the February bingo challenge at 1_million_words. This covers the spa treatment square and gives me a blackout.
“What the hell?” Zayne stopped, mouth open, watching the scene on the couch. “What are you doing, Trish?”
“What does it look like, Reyes?” She waved the tiny brush in Zayne’s direction before dipping it back into the jar of lavender lacquer.
“It looks like you’re painting Andy’s fucking toenails,” James squeaked.
“Five points to the narco,” Hilary snorted, seating herself on a cushion beside Andrej’s head. “We promised him a spa day to help him relax and it’s what he’s getting.”
“Why does he need to relax,” James asked.
At the same time, Zayne said, “But why do you have to paint his nails?”
“To answer the first question – you two are the reason why the doctor said his blood pressure was out of control.” Hilary glared at the two offending men.
“You don’t know that,” Zayne said weakly.
“Yes, we do,” Trish said. “It sure as hell isn’t his diet.”
“And to answer the other,” Hilary continued, “they always paint your nails after a pedicure.”
“But he’s a guy,” James yelled.
“And?” Trish waited for a response she knew wasn’t coming.
“But –”
“Drop it, narco,” Hilary said.
“You can’t be okay with this, Andy.”
“It is a nice color, Jay.” He held one foot out for inspection.
Zayne took Andrej’s foot into his hand and studied it. “He’s right, gingerbread. It’s a good color on him. And I gotta admit, it’s kinda sexy.”
“I’m not surprised by this,” Hilary chuckled. “He always loved it when I painted mine.”
“I – I don’t know what to say,” James muttered, flopping into the recliner.
“Say you like it,” Trish offered. “Or shut the hell up.”
James leaned forward and studied his boyfriend’s feet. “Okay, I can see why Reyes thinks it’s hot. Happy?”
“Yes,” they said.
“Just leave his fingernails alone.”
Laughing, Trish pointed the bottle of nail polish at James. “You are no fun.”
“To be fair, Andy nixed that idea from the beginning.”
“I am a detective,” Andrej protested. “I cannot have painted fingernails.”
“Not if you want to be taken seriously anyway,” Zayne added.
“Okay,” Trish said, lowering Andrej’s foot to the couch. “We’re done. Who’s hungry?”
“Me,” Zayne predictably answered.
“Good,” Hilary said. “Now, go order us some food.”
“And keep the sodium down on whatever you order for Andy,” Trish shot back. “You two are already driving him to a heart attack. Let’s not add to it.”
“Can’t you go get your own food,” James grumbled. “Like in another country?”
“Jay,” Andrej said, eyes closed as Hilary massaged his temples. “Behave. They are trying to be nice.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he said. “I’m going to go make sure Reyes doesn’t order crap food.”
“Are they always this grouchy,” Hilary asked once James had left the room.
“Only when they think they are being edged out of their spots in my life,” Andrej said. “They never will be, but they worry.”
“They’re idiots,” Trish pointed out.
“But they are my idiots.”
“You can have them,” Trish laughed.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: The girls treat Andrej to a spa day.
Author’s notes: Written for the February bingo challenge at 1_million_words. This covers the spa treatment square and gives me a blackout.
“What the hell?” Zayne stopped, mouth open, watching the scene on the couch. “What are you doing, Trish?”
“What does it look like, Reyes?” She waved the tiny brush in Zayne’s direction before dipping it back into the jar of lavender lacquer.
“It looks like you’re painting Andy’s fucking toenails,” James squeaked.
“Five points to the narco,” Hilary snorted, seating herself on a cushion beside Andrej’s head. “We promised him a spa day to help him relax and it’s what he’s getting.”
“Why does he need to relax,” James asked.
At the same time, Zayne said, “But why do you have to paint his nails?”
“To answer the first question – you two are the reason why the doctor said his blood pressure was out of control.” Hilary glared at the two offending men.
“You don’t know that,” Zayne said weakly.
“Yes, we do,” Trish said. “It sure as hell isn’t his diet.”
“And to answer the other,” Hilary continued, “they always paint your nails after a pedicure.”
“But he’s a guy,” James yelled.
“And?” Trish waited for a response she knew wasn’t coming.
“But –”
“Drop it, narco,” Hilary said.
“You can’t be okay with this, Andy.”
“It is a nice color, Jay.” He held one foot out for inspection.
Zayne took Andrej’s foot into his hand and studied it. “He’s right, gingerbread. It’s a good color on him. And I gotta admit, it’s kinda sexy.”
“I’m not surprised by this,” Hilary chuckled. “He always loved it when I painted mine.”
“I – I don’t know what to say,” James muttered, flopping into the recliner.
“Say you like it,” Trish offered. “Or shut the hell up.”
James leaned forward and studied his boyfriend’s feet. “Okay, I can see why Reyes thinks it’s hot. Happy?”
“Yes,” they said.
“Just leave his fingernails alone.”
Laughing, Trish pointed the bottle of nail polish at James. “You are no fun.”
“To be fair, Andy nixed that idea from the beginning.”
“I am a detective,” Andrej protested. “I cannot have painted fingernails.”
“Not if you want to be taken seriously anyway,” Zayne added.
“Okay,” Trish said, lowering Andrej’s foot to the couch. “We’re done. Who’s hungry?”
“Me,” Zayne predictably answered.
“Good,” Hilary said. “Now, go order us some food.”
“And keep the sodium down on whatever you order for Andy,” Trish shot back. “You two are already driving him to a heart attack. Let’s not add to it.”
“Can’t you go get your own food,” James grumbled. “Like in another country?”
“Jay,” Andrej said, eyes closed as Hilary massaged his temples. “Behave. They are trying to be nice.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he said. “I’m going to go make sure Reyes doesn’t order crap food.”
“Are they always this grouchy,” Hilary asked once James had left the room.
“Only when they think they are being edged out of their spots in my life,” Andrej said. “They never will be, but they worry.”
“They’re idiots,” Trish pointed out.
“But they are my idiots.”
“You can have them,” Trish laughed.
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Date: 2018-02-18 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-18 05:32 pm (UTC)I said Aw boys. I love the girls pampering Andy.
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Date: 2018-02-18 05:57 pm (UTC)Thanks though - I thought he needed a bit of TLC. :) Especially with the fic I'm working on right now.
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Date: 2018-03-04 06:59 am (UTC)He did. Ug yes he did. But I know it'll get fixed!
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Date: 2018-03-05 04:48 pm (UTC)Yes, it shall get fixed! And if I ever manage to get back to that last chapter, it'll be sort of fixed soon.
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Date: 2018-03-13 06:57 pm (UTC)Yay! Soon?? *pokes your muse*
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Date: 2018-03-14 07:12 pm (UTC)It is done, but I haven't had time to edit it. I probably should do that during lunch because I promised Sharpie. LOL
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Date: 2018-03-18 10:41 pm (UTC)Also yay! On finishing the story. I enjoyed the end :-) I just didn't have a chance to comment.
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Date: 2018-03-19 04:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-31 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-19 12:11 am (UTC)Glad Andy is getting all the pampering he needs.
Silly boys will always be silly.
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Date: 2018-02-19 01:49 am (UTC)The girls need to take him for a massage next. And then a drink or twelve.
Yeah, but we like 'em this way. :)