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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Date Night with a Twist
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes + Hilary Maxwell + Trish Rollins
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,047
Summary: James and Zayne agree to let Hilary and Trish pick their next date night activity. They are not pleased to discover what was chosen.
Author’s Note: Um… I’m sorry? And I’m not going to tell you how many videos I watched this morning in regards to the date.
“Trish asked me to give this to you,” Andrej said, handing Zayne a sealed envelope.
“What’s in it,” he asked, turning it over to open it.
“Wait,” Andrej said, reaching out a hand to stop him. “She said you were not to open it until she and Hilary were present.”
Zayne made a face. “Why not?”
“Because it’s your instructions for your date night with the narco,” Hilary said, setting her bag and coffee on her desk. “She and I came up with the perfect bonding experience for the two of you.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “The ginger and I don’t need to bond, we’re fine as we are, aren’t we, Zeklos?”
Andrej widened his eyes and shrugged. “You do not always get along as well as you could, Zayne.”
“Yeah, cowboy,” James said, coming up behind Zayne and slinging an arm across his shoulders. “You need to learn to play nice.”
“You might want to take your own advice, narco,” Trish said. Pointing at the envelope in Zayne’s hands, she said, “And your date night plans are in Reyes’ grubby little fingers.”
“I’ll have you know I showered this morning,” Zayne joked.
“Thank god,” Trish laughed. “Now that the ginger’s here, you can go ahead and open the envelope, Zayne.”
Giving the girls a disgruntled glare, Zayne opened the envelope and sighed. “What the actual hell guys?”
James looked over his shoulder and said, “No. Absolutely not.”
“Andy,” Hilary asked, looking at Zeklos.
He shrugged. “You agreed to let them choose an activity for you and that you would not say no, even if it was embarrassing.”
“But –” James started.
“Do you know what they’re making us do?”
Andrej smiled. “I do.”
“And we’ll all be there to watch, so no funny stuff you two,” Hilary added.
“Fuck.”
“I couldn’t have said it any better, cowboy,” James sighed.
**
“What the hell are we supposed to wear to this anyway,” Zayne asked, standing in the doorway to his bedroom.
“The website says, ‘lightweight workout clothes’,” Andrej said, reading off his phone. “I would suggest the lounge pants you like to wear around the house if they are clean.”
“They are,” Zayne muttered. “Wonder what the narco will wear?”
“Jay has a pair of pants he likes to wear running,” Andrej said, stuffing his phone into his pocket. “You will both need a scarf to go around your hips, but I do believe that Hilary purchased those after Trish paid for the classes.”
“Why belly dancing, Zek?” Zayne lifted his hands in the air and let them drop to his side. “Of all the things they could have done to torture us, why this?”
“You will have to ask them that because I do not know.” Andrej looked at his watch. “You need to get dressed or we are going to be late.”
“Whatever,” Zayne sighed. “You know I’m only doing this to stay on your good side, right?”
“You should be doing it to strengthen your relationship with Jay,” Andrej reminded him. “Even if you both hate this, it is at least one more thing you will have in common.”
Zayne pulled open a dresser drawer and groaned. “Have I ever told you how much I hate it when you’re right?”
“Only every time that I am right about something you do not want to be wrong about,” Andrej replied. “Ten minutes, Zayne.”
**
“Why the hell are we at a pole dance studio,” James asked the two women approaching him.
“Hil and I took a class here on a whim a few years back,” Trish said. “I stumbled back across it when we were trying to find a good punishment, um, I mean, activity, for you and Reyes.”
“I don’t like you very much right now, Rollins.”
“Pity, Rosewood,” Trish said. “Because I think I’m going to love you by the end of tonight.”
“Hey,” Zayne said, stopping beside James. “Did you know they offer lap dance classes here, too? Wonder if they teach guys?”
Hilary laughed. “Shit, Zayne, this is Vegas, why wouldn’t they teach guys?”
James looked at Andrej and laughed. “Guess who’ll be getting a lap dance in the near future?”
“Not going to be you with that attitude, gingerbread,” Zayne shot back.
“Okay, you two,” Trish said, waving her hands towards the doorway. “Class is about to start. Scoot.”
“And don’t worry, we’ll be in the gallery watching,” Hilary pointed out.
“How do you think they’re going to do,” Trish asked once they’d gotten into the gallery and found front-row seats.
“Zayne knows how to move his body,” she said with a fond smile. “Right, Andy?”
“Yes,” Andrej said, feeling his cheeks flush. “He does.”
“So, Reyes will be fine. What about Rosewood?”
“Jay is not very…” Andrej shrugged and held out a helpless hand.
“Rhythmic,” Trish offered up. “He is very white after all. And I say that as an extremely white girl myself.”
“Not everyone is as blessed as Zayne is in that respect,” Hilary said. She eyed Andrej for a moment.
“Do not ask,” he said, warning her. “I do not like being stereotyped.”
“And your people are known for dancing,” Trish finished. “Makes sense.”
“That assumption does not bother me,” he said, wishing he’d never admitted to his Romani heritage. “But the others that always follow do. The thieving, the lying, the scamming… it is not me.”
“True,” Hilary said, patting Andrej on the arm. “But you are scary accurate with your tarot cards.”
“Class is starting,” Andrej said, diverting the girls from their current topic of conversation. “You chose this, now be quiet and watch.”
“Yes, sir,” Trish laughed.
**
“No,” Zayne said, shaking his head. “Like this.”
James watched as he tilted his hips from side to side easily, making the motion fluid and exotic. It wasn’t something James thought he could ever do successfully, no matter how many classes they took. “Sorry, cowboy, my body just doesn’t move like that.”
“Yes, it can,” the instructor said. She came forward and put one of James’ hands on each of her hips. “Watch.”
“I’m not comfortable with this,” he protested.
She shushed him and began to move. Putting her hands on his hips, she guided him as best she could. Zayne came up behind him and put his hands over the instructor’s.
“Stop thinking so hard, gingerbread,” he said. “Get the stick out of your ass and relax a bit.”
“Zayne –”
“C’mon,” Zayne said. “This isn’t half as bad as I thought it was going to be.” He let his hands drop away from James’ body and sighed.
“Watch your partner,” the instructor said. “He’s not perfect, but his hips are nice and loose.”
“There’s a reason for that,” James muttered, but did as he was told. Honestly, it wasn’t much of a hardship watching the sexy cowboy move his hips and roll his perfect abs in time with the music.
“Your turn,” the instructor said to James, motioning him towards the floor again. “And he’s right, stop thinking so much. Just listen to the music and move your body. You might never move like him or me, but this is to have fun, right?”
“Right,” he grudgingly admitted. “Okay, fine. Let’s do this.”
“Ah, I knew you could do it,” she said, watching as James finally found his groove. “Your partner might be a little better, but you’re getting there. Nice work, both of you.”
“Thanks,” Zayne said, grinning at their instructor as she left the classroom. “That was one hell of a workout.”
“Yeah,” James said, panting. “Never thought I was going to get the hang of that. Still not sure I did.”
“You move okay for a pasty ass white boy,” Zayne laughed.
“Not all of us are lucky enough to have that Latino blood, jackass,” James teased. “But I have a feeling that whatever your origins, you’d still be able to out dance me.”
“Can’t say that’d take much, narco,” Zayne pointed out. “But I won’t hold that against you.”
“We need to get Andy into one of these classes,” James said. “I bet he can move better than either of us.”
“We’ll never know,” Zayne said. “He won’t dance anywhere someone can see him.” He rubbed the back of his neck and gave the redhead a serious look. “It’s one of his odder hang-ups.”
**
“So?” Trish stood with her hands on her hips, watching Zayne and James exit the studio. “What did you think?”
“Eh,” James hedged. “It wound up not being as awful as I expected.”
“Zayne,” Hilary asked, looking at her ex-boyfriend. “What about you?”
A giant grin broke out on his face. “Can we do this again,” he asked. “Maybe you and me and Rollins next time? This was fun.”
“Jesus,” James said, laughter catching him by surprise. “Why am I not shocked that you want to do this again?”
“Because he’s an idiot,” Trish said. “And I don’t know, Zayne. Hil and I were thinking about doing another pole class.”
“Oh, Reyes would be great at working a pole,” James said, still laughing. “I would pay money to watch that.”
“I guess this would not be a good time to bring up the time we spent undercover working that strip joint, eh, Zeklos?”
Andrej sighed. “Please, never remind me of that case ever again.”
Trish spluttered. “Oh, I’d forgotten about that,” she said. “And now I remember why you don’t like being asked whether you can dance or not.”
Andrej shot her a nasty look.
“I bet that was a sight,” Hilary added. “Sad I never got to see it.”
“And you never will,” Andrej sighed. “Can we please go eat now?”
“Anything for a change of subject,” James laughed. “Although I will be asking about that later, just FYI. Okay, let’s go, but nowhere too fancy. I’m not exactly fit to be in public in this.”
“Again,” Trish said. “This is Vegas. You look normal, Rosewood.”
“Not sure that’s all that reassuring, but thanks,” James said. “Now, food.”
“Yes, food,” everyone agreed, dispersing and getting into their respective vehicles.
“Thank you for behaving yourself,” Andrej told James and Zayne before getting into his car.
“What can I say,” James asked. “We can actually have a lot of fun when we get out of our own way sometimes.”
“What the narco said,” Zayne added, climbing into the passenger side of Andrej’s car. “See you in a few, gingerbread.”
James rolled his eyes and closed Zayne’s door. Somehow, he had a feeling that the craziness of the night had only begun.
**
“You think we ought to make the narco join us for the pole class in two weeks,” Trish asked as Hilary pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the diner they’d picked for dinner.
“Maybe,” she said, flipping on her turn signal. “But what I’d love is to get Andy to join us.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Hilary said, glancing at her partner and flashing a grin. “Zayne told me a thing or two about what went down while they were working that case. I need to know whether Andy can still flip himself upside down on that thing.”
“Oh my god,” Trish breathed. “That’s… that’s not something I ever knew I needed to see until now.”
Slowing for a red light, Hilary looked at Trish. “Apparently, it was very entertaining. Zayne said it was even mildly erotic, despite not having any idea he was in love with his damn partner back then.”
Trish snorted. “Who knows, maybe watching our sweet, reserved Andy working the pole like a professional is what caused Zayne to fall for him.”
“Anything is possible when you’re talking about Zayne,” Hilary conceded. “But it would be interesting to know. For, yanno, research purposes.”
“Right,” Trish grinned. “So, you think we could convince Andy?”
“Not on your life,” Hilary said. “But you know what? I think Zayne said there was video in the evidence locker connected to that case.”
“Andy would kill us both,” Trish said.
The light turned green and Hilary eased onto the gas. “He’d never have to know.”
“I love you, you know that, right?” Trish looked out the window and laughed. “You’re not half as evil as I am, but you’re getting there.”
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes + Hilary Maxwell + Trish Rollins
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,047
Summary: James and Zayne agree to let Hilary and Trish pick their next date night activity. They are not pleased to discover what was chosen.
Author’s Note: Um… I’m sorry? And I’m not going to tell you how many videos I watched this morning in regards to the date.
“Trish asked me to give this to you,” Andrej said, handing Zayne a sealed envelope.
“What’s in it,” he asked, turning it over to open it.
“Wait,” Andrej said, reaching out a hand to stop him. “She said you were not to open it until she and Hilary were present.”
Zayne made a face. “Why not?”
“Because it’s your instructions for your date night with the narco,” Hilary said, setting her bag and coffee on her desk. “She and I came up with the perfect bonding experience for the two of you.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “The ginger and I don’t need to bond, we’re fine as we are, aren’t we, Zeklos?”
Andrej widened his eyes and shrugged. “You do not always get along as well as you could, Zayne.”
“Yeah, cowboy,” James said, coming up behind Zayne and slinging an arm across his shoulders. “You need to learn to play nice.”
“You might want to take your own advice, narco,” Trish said. Pointing at the envelope in Zayne’s hands, she said, “And your date night plans are in Reyes’ grubby little fingers.”
“I’ll have you know I showered this morning,” Zayne joked.
“Thank god,” Trish laughed. “Now that the ginger’s here, you can go ahead and open the envelope, Zayne.”
Giving the girls a disgruntled glare, Zayne opened the envelope and sighed. “What the actual hell guys?”
James looked over his shoulder and said, “No. Absolutely not.”
“Andy,” Hilary asked, looking at Zeklos.
He shrugged. “You agreed to let them choose an activity for you and that you would not say no, even if it was embarrassing.”
“But –” James started.
“Do you know what they’re making us do?”
Andrej smiled. “I do.”
“And we’ll all be there to watch, so no funny stuff you two,” Hilary added.
“Fuck.”
“I couldn’t have said it any better, cowboy,” James sighed.
**
“What the hell are we supposed to wear to this anyway,” Zayne asked, standing in the doorway to his bedroom.
“The website says, ‘lightweight workout clothes’,” Andrej said, reading off his phone. “I would suggest the lounge pants you like to wear around the house if they are clean.”
“They are,” Zayne muttered. “Wonder what the narco will wear?”
“Jay has a pair of pants he likes to wear running,” Andrej said, stuffing his phone into his pocket. “You will both need a scarf to go around your hips, but I do believe that Hilary purchased those after Trish paid for the classes.”
“Why belly dancing, Zek?” Zayne lifted his hands in the air and let them drop to his side. “Of all the things they could have done to torture us, why this?”
“You will have to ask them that because I do not know.” Andrej looked at his watch. “You need to get dressed or we are going to be late.”
“Whatever,” Zayne sighed. “You know I’m only doing this to stay on your good side, right?”
“You should be doing it to strengthen your relationship with Jay,” Andrej reminded him. “Even if you both hate this, it is at least one more thing you will have in common.”
Zayne pulled open a dresser drawer and groaned. “Have I ever told you how much I hate it when you’re right?”
“Only every time that I am right about something you do not want to be wrong about,” Andrej replied. “Ten minutes, Zayne.”
**
“Why the hell are we at a pole dance studio,” James asked the two women approaching him.
“Hil and I took a class here on a whim a few years back,” Trish said. “I stumbled back across it when we were trying to find a good punishment, um, I mean, activity, for you and Reyes.”
“I don’t like you very much right now, Rollins.”
“Pity, Rosewood,” Trish said. “Because I think I’m going to love you by the end of tonight.”
“Hey,” Zayne said, stopping beside James. “Did you know they offer lap dance classes here, too? Wonder if they teach guys?”
Hilary laughed. “Shit, Zayne, this is Vegas, why wouldn’t they teach guys?”
James looked at Andrej and laughed. “Guess who’ll be getting a lap dance in the near future?”
“Not going to be you with that attitude, gingerbread,” Zayne shot back.
“Okay, you two,” Trish said, waving her hands towards the doorway. “Class is about to start. Scoot.”
“And don’t worry, we’ll be in the gallery watching,” Hilary pointed out.
“How do you think they’re going to do,” Trish asked once they’d gotten into the gallery and found front-row seats.
“Zayne knows how to move his body,” she said with a fond smile. “Right, Andy?”
“Yes,” Andrej said, feeling his cheeks flush. “He does.”
“So, Reyes will be fine. What about Rosewood?”
“Jay is not very…” Andrej shrugged and held out a helpless hand.
“Rhythmic,” Trish offered up. “He is very white after all. And I say that as an extremely white girl myself.”
“Not everyone is as blessed as Zayne is in that respect,” Hilary said. She eyed Andrej for a moment.
“Do not ask,” he said, warning her. “I do not like being stereotyped.”
“And your people are known for dancing,” Trish finished. “Makes sense.”
“That assumption does not bother me,” he said, wishing he’d never admitted to his Romani heritage. “But the others that always follow do. The thieving, the lying, the scamming… it is not me.”
“True,” Hilary said, patting Andrej on the arm. “But you are scary accurate with your tarot cards.”
“Class is starting,” Andrej said, diverting the girls from their current topic of conversation. “You chose this, now be quiet and watch.”
“Yes, sir,” Trish laughed.
**
“No,” Zayne said, shaking his head. “Like this.”
James watched as he tilted his hips from side to side easily, making the motion fluid and exotic. It wasn’t something James thought he could ever do successfully, no matter how many classes they took. “Sorry, cowboy, my body just doesn’t move like that.”
“Yes, it can,” the instructor said. She came forward and put one of James’ hands on each of her hips. “Watch.”
“I’m not comfortable with this,” he protested.
She shushed him and began to move. Putting her hands on his hips, she guided him as best she could. Zayne came up behind him and put his hands over the instructor’s.
“Stop thinking so hard, gingerbread,” he said. “Get the stick out of your ass and relax a bit.”
“Zayne –”
“C’mon,” Zayne said. “This isn’t half as bad as I thought it was going to be.” He let his hands drop away from James’ body and sighed.
“Watch your partner,” the instructor said. “He’s not perfect, but his hips are nice and loose.”
“There’s a reason for that,” James muttered, but did as he was told. Honestly, it wasn’t much of a hardship watching the sexy cowboy move his hips and roll his perfect abs in time with the music.
“Your turn,” the instructor said to James, motioning him towards the floor again. “And he’s right, stop thinking so much. Just listen to the music and move your body. You might never move like him or me, but this is to have fun, right?”
“Right,” he grudgingly admitted. “Okay, fine. Let’s do this.”
“Ah, I knew you could do it,” she said, watching as James finally found his groove. “Your partner might be a little better, but you’re getting there. Nice work, both of you.”
“Thanks,” Zayne said, grinning at their instructor as she left the classroom. “That was one hell of a workout.”
“Yeah,” James said, panting. “Never thought I was going to get the hang of that. Still not sure I did.”
“You move okay for a pasty ass white boy,” Zayne laughed.
“Not all of us are lucky enough to have that Latino blood, jackass,” James teased. “But I have a feeling that whatever your origins, you’d still be able to out dance me.”
“Can’t say that’d take much, narco,” Zayne pointed out. “But I won’t hold that against you.”
“We need to get Andy into one of these classes,” James said. “I bet he can move better than either of us.”
“We’ll never know,” Zayne said. “He won’t dance anywhere someone can see him.” He rubbed the back of his neck and gave the redhead a serious look. “It’s one of his odder hang-ups.”
**
“So?” Trish stood with her hands on her hips, watching Zayne and James exit the studio. “What did you think?”
“Eh,” James hedged. “It wound up not being as awful as I expected.”
“Zayne,” Hilary asked, looking at her ex-boyfriend. “What about you?”
A giant grin broke out on his face. “Can we do this again,” he asked. “Maybe you and me and Rollins next time? This was fun.”
“Jesus,” James said, laughter catching him by surprise. “Why am I not shocked that you want to do this again?”
“Because he’s an idiot,” Trish said. “And I don’t know, Zayne. Hil and I were thinking about doing another pole class.”
“Oh, Reyes would be great at working a pole,” James said, still laughing. “I would pay money to watch that.”
“I guess this would not be a good time to bring up the time we spent undercover working that strip joint, eh, Zeklos?”
Andrej sighed. “Please, never remind me of that case ever again.”
Trish spluttered. “Oh, I’d forgotten about that,” she said. “And now I remember why you don’t like being asked whether you can dance or not.”
Andrej shot her a nasty look.
“I bet that was a sight,” Hilary added. “Sad I never got to see it.”
“And you never will,” Andrej sighed. “Can we please go eat now?”
“Anything for a change of subject,” James laughed. “Although I will be asking about that later, just FYI. Okay, let’s go, but nowhere too fancy. I’m not exactly fit to be in public in this.”
“Again,” Trish said. “This is Vegas. You look normal, Rosewood.”
“Not sure that’s all that reassuring, but thanks,” James said. “Now, food.”
“Yes, food,” everyone agreed, dispersing and getting into their respective vehicles.
“Thank you for behaving yourself,” Andrej told James and Zayne before getting into his car.
“What can I say,” James asked. “We can actually have a lot of fun when we get out of our own way sometimes.”
“What the narco said,” Zayne added, climbing into the passenger side of Andrej’s car. “See you in a few, gingerbread.”
James rolled his eyes and closed Zayne’s door. Somehow, he had a feeling that the craziness of the night had only begun.
**
“You think we ought to make the narco join us for the pole class in two weeks,” Trish asked as Hilary pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the diner they’d picked for dinner.
“Maybe,” she said, flipping on her turn signal. “But what I’d love is to get Andy to join us.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Hilary said, glancing at her partner and flashing a grin. “Zayne told me a thing or two about what went down while they were working that case. I need to know whether Andy can still flip himself upside down on that thing.”
“Oh my god,” Trish breathed. “That’s… that’s not something I ever knew I needed to see until now.”
Slowing for a red light, Hilary looked at Trish. “Apparently, it was very entertaining. Zayne said it was even mildly erotic, despite not having any idea he was in love with his damn partner back then.”
Trish snorted. “Who knows, maybe watching our sweet, reserved Andy working the pole like a professional is what caused Zayne to fall for him.”
“Anything is possible when you’re talking about Zayne,” Hilary conceded. “But it would be interesting to know. For, yanno, research purposes.”
“Right,” Trish grinned. “So, you think we could convince Andy?”
“Not on your life,” Hilary said. “But you know what? I think Zayne said there was video in the evidence locker connected to that case.”
“Andy would kill us both,” Trish said.
The light turned green and Hilary eased onto the gas. “He’d never have to know.”
“I love you, you know that, right?” Trish looked out the window and laughed. “You’re not half as evil as I am, but you’re getting there.”
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Date: 2019-10-03 08:28 pm (UTC)*fans self*
The boys do good when they do get over themselves.
Andy as a pole dancer probably produced a few interesting and at the time possibly disturbing dreams for Zayne.
I have a feeling the girls are going to enjoy that video.
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Date: 2019-10-03 08:56 pm (UTC)Right? All they have to do is get out of their own way and they're just fine. But you can't tell them that!
I never should have watched that documentary... guys pole dancing nude was something that I probably didn't need in my arsenal of things to torture my characters with.
You know they will, even if they can't ever tell anyone that.
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Date: 2019-10-03 09:31 pm (UTC)Too bad stubborn for their own damn good.
Torture some, intrigue others and raise the blood pressure a few points of innocent bystanders...
Be hard, especially for Trish.
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Date: 2019-10-03 10:49 pm (UTC)That is the god's honest truth!
HAHAHAHA at that last point. Um, should I be forwarding a check for the next doctor's visit? :D
No doubt, she has no filter and cannot resist teasing and tormenting people. Andrej, she might take pity on. But anyone else? Nope.
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Date: 2019-10-03 11:33 pm (UTC)I got dirty looks for that remark, but the truth hurts.
Not yet. Wally World can foot the bill since it's determined to make me keel over.
*nods*
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Date: 2019-10-04 01:28 am (UTC)Yeah, they're typical men - will never ever admit to any fault. Ever.
Hah, okay, I can work with that. :)