Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-10-25 09:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | au, magnificent 7, rated: teen, slash |
Fic: Groute 66 1/1 Magnificent Seven
Title: Groute 66
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Magnificent Seven.
Characters: Ezra, Vin.
Words: 533
Prompt: Tile
Fandom: Magnificent Seven
Pairing: Ezra/Vin
Rating: General
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: It's horrible, it's unthinkable, it's...menial!
Author's Note: For Dail, you poor dear.
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"I have never in all my years heard something so vile as you suggest, Mr. Tanner. If you do not vacate my domicile this instant, I shall be forced to take drastic actions. I assure you, it will be no small matter." Unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, Ezra began to roll up, first his left sleeve, then his right.
Standing there with his hand on his hip, Vin could hardly believe the response. Then again, if Ezra could be depended upon to do something, it was with dramatics. "Come on, Ezra, ya know it's easier done with two people than one."
"I have no care to test your theory. Now, if you would kindly leave." Ezra raised his chin, gesturing towards the door behind Vin. When the other man continued to stare at him with that maddening grin, he narrowed his eyes and raised his fists. "This is your final warning, Mr. Tanner. I will not be held responsible for any harm that may befall you from this point out."
"I'm not goin by myself, she's already expectin the both of us." If he had any doubts it was an act, Vin would have been on the other man in a heart beat. As it was, he would just wait for the floor show to end.
"Very well, you leave me no choice. Remember, I warned you." Stepping forward, Ezra weaved from side to side. He ducked down then brought up his fist. It hit home, striking Vin in the gut. Again, he drew back his other fist and drove it straight towards the other man's stomach. Another blow landed, followed by two more.
Vin waited until Ezra looked up to sigh. "Are you done yet?"
"Almost." Ezra tapped his fist in to Vin's gut another time before dragging his feet back. He mimed at hitting the air, bobbing and weaving to avoid imaginary blows. "You win this round, Mr. Tanner, but I will triumph yet."
"Yeah, yeah, later, though. Now, we gotta get over to Nettie's and put up that tile wall." Checking his watch, Vin shook his head. They were going to be late, and that would mean bad things. "We got ten minutes to be there before she knows we're gonna be late. That means we won't get fried chicken for dinner."
Snatching his keys off the counter, Ezra stalked for the door. "We are taking my automobile. That ramshackle bundle of tin and 'duct tape' of yours would most likely shake apart at the necessary speeds."
The triumph Vin had been feeling over winning evaporated quickly. "Hey, my car's a classic!" Following after Ezra, he grabbed his coat from the door hook.
"Classic implies a work of beauty, elegance, taste." At the door, Ezra let Vin take the lead. All the better to lecture him. "Your vehicle, and I use the term at its most base form, if it were a horse, would be filling cans of Alpo! Do not even get me started on that collection of rust you have in Mr. Larabee's garage."
"That does it, you can insult my jeep, you can insult me, but no one talks that way about Betsy."
The door closed.
THE END..........................