Truth! Beauty! (regicidaldwarf) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-03-03 22:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: regicidaldwarf, f: final fantasy xii, march 03, p: balthier/basch |
Final Fantary XII - Basch/Balthier
Title: VIP Treatment
Author: RegicidalDwarf
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Slight suggestive talk, nothing major.
Word count: 515
Summary: Balthier/Basch - fancy dress date - "you dress up nice"
A/N: I borrowed laylah's Blue Collar AU for this one. Consider this fic of fic I guess? The rest of the homegrown continuity can be found here. Also this story vaguely referances this one. Also this was a really last minute claim, so I hope it's okay to be posting. On to the fic!
It’s been a good night: full house, enthusiastic audience, no mysterious prop disappearances or set mishaps, Tom actually remembered his blackout cue in the last act. Balthier is grinning like a loon by the time he finishes getting the stage makeup off and leaves the green room, but it’s the sight of Basch standing alone near the back of the lobby, looking extremely self conscious and looking really really good in an actual dress shirt and tie, and not over jeans either but over black slacks that he must have borrowed from Noah that he can’t be feeling very comfortable in that makes the night just that much more perfect.
Basch looks only too happy to see him as he hurries through the crowd, fending off well-wishers in the process.
“Hey. Congratulations, you did really well,” he says as a way of greeting. Basch smiles a little awkwardly and keeps looking around like he’s never seen the inside of a theater before.
Balthier thinks he might be grinning wider, if such a thing is possible.
“Thanks. Glad you could make it. I see the others weren’t able to tonight. Do you know if I might expect the pleasure another time?”
Basch laughs. “They told me to tell you that they’re sorry they couldn’t make it tonight but that they’ll try to be here next weekend. Oh, and I’m supposed to give them a full report.”
Balthier quirks an eyebrow. “Should I be worried? What should I be prepared for when I see them next? What will you have told them?”
“Well…there were a lot of words. And, uh, that you were really funny, and the other lead guy was really. Um.”
“Fancy?” Balthier supplies. Basch laughs.
“That works.”
They chat for a little while before Balthier gets an idea and – this is probably not one of his smartest ones. But he always has too much energy after a show, and he’s not going to let that stop him right now. His leer is probably way too suggestive for their present company, but the crowd is thinning and he can’t seem to stop himself. “Hey, so if you’ve got some time before you have to get home, you want to see backstage? I can, uh, give you the VIP treatment.”
To his credit, Basch seems only slightly taken surprised by the idea, and is definitely returning the leer. “Does the VIP tour include the dressing rooms?”
And he isn’t backing down, but is following Balthier as he makes his way towards the backstage door. He feels like a kid about to go on a cookie raid. “And anywhere else comfortable. We’ll have to avoid the stage manager though, he likes to do rounds to make sure nothing’s been left behind, and he hates people loitering around. Plus, I’m sure he’d disapprove, probably say we were polluting the professional environment and sanctity of the stage or something. You game?” He takes Basch’s hand and ducks through the side door, Basch following plenty willingly.
“Of course.”
He’s still grinning. Yep. Definitely going to be a really good night.