Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-06-17 13:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, leon orcot, olivia moore |
Who: Leon and Liv (on stripper brain)
When: Tonight, June 17th
Where: The cop bar
What: Liv forces Leon out to cheer him up
Ratings/Warning: Teenish for drinking and lapdances (and probably language, because Leon)
Status: Complete
Leon had been moping far too long. Liv wasn’t exactly sure what was wrong with the guy but it was time to get him out. Enjoy himself. Forget about whatever it was that was causing him to bury himself in work. After her shift at the morgue Liv made her way to the station. She wasn’t dressed like her usual self, instead in tight black skirt, and a tank, her heels were way too high.
Liv strolled into the station nodding at a few of the cops she had come to know before reaching Leon’s desk. “It’s time to get you out.”
Since Peggy had dumped him - he couldn’t really say ‘break up,’ since there hadn’t actually been a relationship to break up - Leon had thrown himself into work. Work was easy. There were good guys (Leon), and bad guys (the homicidal freaks Leon locked up), and Leon didn’t need to think about how he was, once again, woefully single. In fact, being single just meant he had more time to work. Work, go home, have a few beers and chat at his cactus and with his butterfly. It was an easy life.
Most of the people at work knew better than to bother Leon right now. While usually easily annoyed, most people knew that once Leon started working excessively long shifts and coming in on the weekends, it was best not to talk to him unless they had to or if they were inviting him out for drinks or a poker game. Which, during this time, at least, he usually turned down.
Leon glanced at Liv when she spoke, and then turned back to his computer. “I’m up to my fucking eyeballs in paperwork right now, Liv,” Leon said. “Maybe some other time.”
“Not an option,” Liv replied grabbing Leon’s hand to pull him up. “No more moping at least not tonight. You can finish up your paperwork tomorrow. It’s time to go get some drinks with your favorite ME,” she winked. There was no way in hell Liv was going to take no for an answer. Leon was going to come out with her whether he wanted to or not.
Leon scowled at her, though his scowl turned into a look of vaguely irritated resignation after a couple of seconds. He really could use a drink, and his eyes would probably thank him for getting away from the computer for the night. “Fine,” he said, pulling his hand away from her. “I just need to finish this up.” He was almost done that particular write up anyway. It only took him a couple of seconds to end the typo-ridden report, and then a couple moments longer to save it and shut down the computer.
“You’d better be buying,” he said as he stood up.
Liv smiled triumphantly. Not that she would have settled for any less but still. She tapped her heel impatiently as Leon finished up his work. But whatever at least he was going.
Finally he was done. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll buy.” Although knowing Leon he might just break her bank. It was worth it though to get him out for a bit. “Now come on,” she said already headed out of the station.
Leon gave an annoyed sigh when she already started walking out of the station, but he managed to catch up with her and walked quietly out of the station with her.
Leon gave an annoyed sigh when she already started walking out of the station, but he managed to catch up with her and walked quietly out of the station with her. He opted to leave his car at the station. It was something he did often enough that he didn’t really need to be worried about it reflecting badly on him. Besides, enough cops out there drove drunk that it was probably refreshing to his superiors that he didn’t drive at all some nights.
The drive there itself was fairly uneventful. Leon stared quietly out the window as things went by, and while he responded to Liv when she spoke to him he didn’t offer much in the way of conversation. His mind was still fixed firmly on ‘work,’ because thinking about work was better than thinking about Peggy, and much, much better than thinking about whatever confusing feelings he was having about Revy. Those were feelings best examined when he had a lot of time to himself. So never, if he had any say about it.
Actually making it to the bar managed to lift Leon’s spirits a little though. It really had been too long since he’d last had drinks with someone who wasn’t a butterfly. “I think you were right. I probably did need to step away from the office for a bit,” he admitted as they entered the bar.
“Duh!” Liv said grabbing his hand and leading him over to their usual table. The bartender knew what they liked to drink. Although Liv’s tastes had changed a bit thanks to the whole zombie thing. Now her drinks had to be spicy. Jalapeño margarita’s were her favorite.
“So, you going to tell me why you’ve been so mopey? Or are we just going to get drunk.” Honestly Liv would kind of prefer the second option. Usually she was fine with the whole feelings talk but tonight she just wanted to have some fun.
Leon shrugged. “The girl I was seeing got a new boyfriend,” he said simply. Leon didn’t see much need to elaborate more than that. The nice thing about being a cop was that, to most of his coworkers, that was all that needed to be said. “You’re going to want to bring me a few more shots,” he said to the bartender, downing the first shot of whiskey she’d brought him. Luckily for Liv, after a few drinks Leon would most likely switch over to his own tab. There was no point in bankrupting people who offered to buy him drinks. All that did was ensure that they wouldn’t be offering again any time soon.
“Ah well, who needs her?” Liv replied as their drinks were brought over and Leon asked for shots. Liv would totally do shots with him. They just wouldn’t taste so great without the spice. Good thing she had kept hot sauce in her purse. Yeah it wasn’t necessary when the shot would go down quick anyway but it still helped. After a few drinks she might not care enough to add the hot sauce anyway.
She sipped her margarita as she waited for the shots. “I promise I’ll show you a good time tonight,” she said her tone a bit more seductive than usual. “You’ll forget all about that girl.”
“Right? Who needs her or her stupid perfect boyfriend,” Leon muttered. He’d understood at first, but the longer that went on, the angrier he was about the whole Captain America aspect of it. It was like being betrayed by a childhood hero even though he’d only met the man once in real life. He was almost more angry at himself for being so upset about it all than anyone else involved. And Peggy for being so damn nice about the whole thing. It would have been a whole lot easier if she’d just insulted him or his job.
“It’s gonna take a lot of booze for that,” Leon said, completely missing the seductive tone in Liv’s voice. “Probably more than your wallet can handle,” he said, grinning at her.
Liv was done commenting on whoever the fuck dumped Leon. It sucked and clearly he was upset about it, but tonight was about getting him to have fun. And if he was moping over his loss the whole time he certainly wasn’t going to do that. “Oh, you have no idea how much I can handle,” Liv winked at him as the bartender brought over their shots. She quickly got out her hot sauce and put a few drops in before downing it. Yum.
That was… the weirdest thing. “I swear when we started drinking together you didn’t do that,” Leon said, frowning at the hot sauce. “We can just order prairie fires if you wanted. Not that I know why anyone would do that willingly.” Prairie fires were the shots you bought your friends on their birthdays, because you had to buy them alcohol but you didn’t want them to enjoy it, and there’d even been department drinking contests, seeing who could work their way up to the highest drops of tabasco, starting from one. Leon had managed to make it to his tenth shot - ten drops of tabasco - before it had all, very unpleasantly, come up again.
He was right. The hot sauce habit was fairly new, since she became a zombie. So maybe it was about a month old now. Wow, had she really been a zombie that long? But that was beside the point. “I won’t impose that on you. I know spicy is my thing.” She could just pour hot sauce in drinks. Or maybe get some prairie fries for herself. For now though she was fine. Plus she had her jalapeño margarita which she took another long sip from.
It was probably a dream thing, Leon knew, but it was still weird. Why on earth would someone’s dreams make them want spicy food. And for that matter, during the last month Liv had been acting kind of weird. He wondered if that was because of the dreams too.
He shook his head. This wasn’t the time to dwell on Liv’s dream life. It was time to drink way too much alcohol and then pass out on his blood-stained couch. Leon didn’t make it the hour on Liv’s tab. In the first half hour, Leon finished three shots and two beers, and that was about the time Leon had Roberta switch him to his own tab. Drinking on his own dime did nothing to slow his roll.
“What kind of idiot doesn’t have any pets anyway?” Leon was asking loudly, having just spent the last several minutes ranting about the case he was working on. “Not even a goddamn goldfish for me to fucking question.”
As the night went on Liv had more and more drinks. She was definitely buzzed, probably even drunk. Leon seemed to get angrier the more he drank complaining about his case. “I guess you’ll just have to solve it the old fashioned way,” she told him downing another shot.
The song changed and Liv perked up. She was done with the ranting for the night, getting up from her seat she began to sway her hips to the music. She reached out for Leon’s hands. “C’mon. Dance with me.”
It was probably for the best that the guy didn’t have something to make things easier on Leon. For one, it meant that it was really easy for Leon to turn all of his brainpower to the case instead of dwelling on things he really would rather not think about. “Yeah, blood, sweat, and tears,” Leon said with a wry smile, and then knocked back the remainder of his beer. He was about to motion for another one when Liv took his hands.
“Have you met me?” Leon asked, raising an eyebrow. “There is no fucking way I am going to get up and dance.” Not in general, but especially not in a bar where he knew people.
“Come on. Have some fun,” Liv said attempting to pull him up again. When that didn’t work she just let him be. Just dancing on her own for a bit around him. Liv got a bit too into it bending down in front of him, shaking her ass in his face. She turned back around climbing on to his lap straddling him, her body still moving to the rhythm.
“I am having fun,” Leon insisted, pulling his hand away. Dancing was not what Leon would consider ‘having fun.’ But if Liv wanted to dance around his chair, then, well, she could do what she wanted. It was a little embarrassing, but Leon didn’t mind.
He’d never been especially attracted to Liv, but, well, Leon wasn’t about to complain about someone waving their ass around in front of him. There was a quiet voice in his head that mentioned that this was weird and also since when did Liv give out lapdances, but the thought was kind of slippery and he couldn’t quite grasp it.
Obviously, she was doing this because of Peggy. What a great friend. “Man, Liv. You’re the best friend a guy could ask for, man.”
Liv wasn’t at all embarrassed by her dancing. So what if this wasn’t exactly the place for this? She was having fun and that’s what mattered. Besides people really should be more free with their bodies.
As for Leon, there was no intention to sleep with him. She could turn him into a zombie after all, unlike her new fuck buddy the Lord of the Dead. Liv’s needs were perfectly satisfied. This was all about having a good time and showing Leon one. He obviously needed that.
She remained of his lap for a few more minutes, boobs in his face, hips grinding on him, before finally climbing off. “I think that makes up for the hair thing,” she teased picking up the next shot and downing it, not hot sauce needed.
When Leon woke up the next morning, he’d no doubt be deeply embarrassed by the lap dance, especially when there were a few cops in the bar who’d definitely witnessed the dance. Right now he was drunk and feeling good. It was hard to believe that just a couple of hours ago he was sitting at work preparing to pull another all-nighter. Instead, here he was getting lap dances, and the goofy grin didn’t leave his face. “I’ll say!” Leon exclaimed when she got up, and even gave her a playful slap on his ass. Then he caught the eye of a cop he thought he might recognize but didn’t really know and shot him a thumbs up. “You put yourself through med school with those skills?”
Liv laughed shaking her head. “Not exactly. It’s a new skill.” Very new. Like a week old and in the back of her mind Liv knew it would be gone eventually but whatever. She was pretty impressed with herself that she had managed to pull it off and cheer Leon up in the process.
“No shit,” Leon said. He waved over Roberta to bring over a couple of drinks, and she gave them both a Look that Leon couldn’t read. It may have been a little amused, maybe a little disapproving, but Leon soon forgot about it. “In that case, you’re a goddamn natural. I’ve paid for worse lapdances than that.”
Why wasn’t she surprised that Leon paid for lapdances? Not that there was something wrong with that, obviously. “I’m full of surprises,” she told Leon with a wink. And there was probably no truer statement than that. Leon had no idea what was in store for him in the future.