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dracoqueen22) wrote2011-06-26 10:15 pm
dracoqueen22) wrote2011-06-26 10:15 pm
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Crossover Fic Take 1 - Crab Legs
a/n: Good evening! Got a little ficlet for ya'll! It's a crossover piece starring Sleet from War of the Animum and Jasper from Shady Hill. It's part oa new experiment I'm running, a series of ficlets that are crossovers. Most of them with a Beach-theme but not all of them.
This one's PG-rated, save for a little cursing perhaps.
Title: Crab Legs
Characters: Sleet Underwood, Jasper Cole
Series: War of the Animum, Shady Hill
“Sleet! It's been two hours,” Jasper says, unable to hide his exasperated tone and hoping it doesn't sound like a whine.
He slumps down in his chair, the wood shrieking over the polished floor, and stares moodily at the table piled high with napkins, empty plates, and cups of alcoholic goodies.
Across from him, his brunet companion arches a brow as he viciously tears into another crab leg, with the sort of ravaging one would expect from a mindless brute. “Your point?” Sleet asks as he pulls out a strip of crab meat, slathers it in butter, and slurps it down.
“Haven't you had enough?” Jasper demands, flinching as Sleet cracks down on a crab leg, splintering the shell, and digs out every last scrap.
Sleet snorts. “Not hardly,” he retorts.
Jasper feels a little ill. He stares at the stack of plates – eight high – which are all that remain of Sleet's previous trips to the buffet for crab legs. Jasper himself has consumed two plates worth of food, though his fare was more varied, and he can't possibly fit in another bite. He's ready to go, like yesterday.
He sighs heavily, kicks out his foot, and taps Sleet's ankle with his toes. They've been here for two hours already. Good god.
“You can go if you want,” Sleet says around a mouthful of crab, his manners sorely lacking as always.
Jasper cringes as Sleet cracks open another crab leg, succeeding in spraying crab juice everywhere and spattering Jasper's shirt. “You're my ride,” he reminds the mechanic, who having took them out for a spin on his recently upgraded Mustang, decided that a seafood buffet was the best idea for lunch.
Jasper wishes he had known enough to decline.
Smirking, Sleet dumps the tattered remains of the poor crab into the basket and rises to his feet. “Sucks to be you,” he taunts, and slides away from the table. “Be back in a flash.”
There he goes. To get more. At this point, Jasper's wondering why the lady keeps only serving him three clumps of legs at a time. Obviously, Sleet's not going to get full anytime soon. And Jasper can't do anything about it. There's only one person who has any sway over making Sleet do what he doesn't want to do and unfortunately, Frost is not here right now.
Rubbing his forehead, Jasper takes a long sip of his rum-splashed drink and moodily stuffs another hush puppy into his mouth.
Sleet returns, plate piled high with crab legs, and plunks it down on the table, digging in with relish. Like he hasn't just finished off a half-dozen crabs worth of legs already.
Their waitress wanders by, endlessly amused, and sweeps away some of their trash and disappears again. She's learned not to ask if they're done yet by this point. Jasper sincerely hopes Sleet is leaving her a sizable tip.
He watches, appalled, as more legs are mauled and consumed. “Where are you putting it all?”
“I can eat my weight in crab legs,” Sleet says with a wink.
“I think you already have.”
Sleet outright laughs, wiping at the butter on his chin with the back of his hand. That his arms are soaked in crab juice and butter as well doesn't seem to faze him. “Not yet. But I'm getting there.”
Jasper groans audibly and sinks further down in his chair, picking up his rapidly emptying, souvenir glass. He's going to need a lot more alcohol if he's going to get through this sane.
a/n: This fic is dedicated to my mother, who treats crab legs in the same way as Sleet and horrifies me every time. *grins*
Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.
This one's PG-rated, save for a little cursing perhaps.
Title: Crab Legs
Characters: Sleet Underwood, Jasper Cole
Series: War of the Animum, Shady Hill
“Sleet! It's been two hours,” Jasper says, unable to hide his exasperated tone and hoping it doesn't sound like a whine.
He slumps down in his chair, the wood shrieking over the polished floor, and stares moodily at the table piled high with napkins, empty plates, and cups of alcoholic goodies.
Across from him, his brunet companion arches a brow as he viciously tears into another crab leg, with the sort of ravaging one would expect from a mindless brute. “Your point?” Sleet asks as he pulls out a strip of crab meat, slathers it in butter, and slurps it down.
“Haven't you had enough?” Jasper demands, flinching as Sleet cracks down on a crab leg, splintering the shell, and digs out every last scrap.
Sleet snorts. “Not hardly,” he retorts.
Jasper feels a little ill. He stares at the stack of plates – eight high – which are all that remain of Sleet's previous trips to the buffet for crab legs. Jasper himself has consumed two plates worth of food, though his fare was more varied, and he can't possibly fit in another bite. He's ready to go, like yesterday.
He sighs heavily, kicks out his foot, and taps Sleet's ankle with his toes. They've been here for two hours already. Good god.
“You can go if you want,” Sleet says around a mouthful of crab, his manners sorely lacking as always.
Jasper cringes as Sleet cracks open another crab leg, succeeding in spraying crab juice everywhere and spattering Jasper's shirt. “You're my ride,” he reminds the mechanic, who having took them out for a spin on his recently upgraded Mustang, decided that a seafood buffet was the best idea for lunch.
Jasper wishes he had known enough to decline.
Smirking, Sleet dumps the tattered remains of the poor crab into the basket and rises to his feet. “Sucks to be you,” he taunts, and slides away from the table. “Be back in a flash.”
There he goes. To get more. At this point, Jasper's wondering why the lady keeps only serving him three clumps of legs at a time. Obviously, Sleet's not going to get full anytime soon. And Jasper can't do anything about it. There's only one person who has any sway over making Sleet do what he doesn't want to do and unfortunately, Frost is not here right now.
Rubbing his forehead, Jasper takes a long sip of his rum-splashed drink and moodily stuffs another hush puppy into his mouth.
Sleet returns, plate piled high with crab legs, and plunks it down on the table, digging in with relish. Like he hasn't just finished off a half-dozen crabs worth of legs already.
Their waitress wanders by, endlessly amused, and sweeps away some of their trash and disappears again. She's learned not to ask if they're done yet by this point. Jasper sincerely hopes Sleet is leaving her a sizable tip.
He watches, appalled, as more legs are mauled and consumed. “Where are you putting it all?”
“I can eat my weight in crab legs,” Sleet says with a wink.
“I think you already have.”
Sleet outright laughs, wiping at the butter on his chin with the back of his hand. That his arms are soaked in crab juice and butter as well doesn't seem to faze him. “Not yet. But I'm getting there.”
Jasper groans audibly and sinks further down in his chair, picking up his rapidly emptying, souvenir glass. He's going to need a lot more alcohol if he's going to get through this sane.
END
a/n: This fic is dedicated to my mother, who treats crab legs in the same way as Sleet and horrifies me every time. *grins*
Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.