ALRIGHT! BACK ON MY PROMPT LIST!
This is for the “SIN” prompts I took- *sin being in quotes because anyone who reads my work knows how seriously I take anything LOL*
#19- Sharing a bed: Jagged Stone/Gabriel Agreste.
Gabriel ran his fingers through his hair and for the hundredth time that evening wondered how he had managed to get himself into this situation.
“Gabe,” a whispered voice giggled from behind him.
“Be quiet Jonathan I need to think.” Gabriel said.
“You see that’s your problem, you think too much,” The American laughed flopping down onto the hotel mattress with a loud flop.
“Well someone in the room has to, seeing as right now you have the mental capacity of an inbred toddler,” Gabriel said reverting back to his native tongue.
“Man, you know I can’t really understand French properly when I am drunk,” Jonathan whined, rolling around on the small bed and knocking at least one pillow to the floor.
“I know,” Gabriel replied with a smirk.
“Hey, not cool man!”
“Just sit there and be quiet for a minute,” Gabriel sighed in English again. As much fun as it was to torment his companion, right now he needed him to be compliant.
It was the middle of the night, and this hotel, like every other they had tried before it, was completely sold out save for this room. He was trapped in the tiny single room with his highly intoxicated former classmate and self proclaimed ‘best friend’ in an unfamiliar city.
He knew this trip had been a mistake, potential social connections be damned.
“I already told you,” Jonathan grinned, “the one bed isn’t a problem. In fact I think it might be exactly what the doctor ordered.”
Gabriel felt his stomach drop. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“Come on you have to have thought about it.”
“No I most certainly have not.”
“Two good looking guys like us?”
“Not even if I was held at gunpoint.”
“I mean this might be your big chance. After all when Jagged Stone becomes a household name-”
“I am never going to call you by that ridiculous moniker.”
“-don’t you want to be able to say, ‘hey! I was there first.’”
Gabriel couldn’t resist a soft snort. “I highly doubt I would have that dubious honor.”
“Well, first guy. I mean, of course you wouldn’t be the first, first. That was Kelli Dobbson back in the 9th grade. Did I ever tell you about that? So I go over to her house and her parents aren’t home-”
“Please for the love of God stop talking.”
“Come on Gabe! Have some fun. Show me what you got!”
“I’d rather go outside and freeze.”
“But it would be great! I mean, you’re like, the guy. My main man Gabe. Gabe the Babe. Hey that’s catchy can I call you that?”
“No,” Gabriel snapped wondering if he just get away with just knocking his companion unconscious. Given his level of intoxication there was a high chance he wouldn’t remember in the morning anyways anyways.
“Don’t you dare. I am not in the mood to listen to your strangled wailing.”
“You Knooooowww you waaaaaaaant Meeeeeeeeeeee.”
“Jonathan it is almost two in the morning, no one wants to be subjected to your pathetic attempts at singing.”
Gabriel grabbed the pillow off the floor and flung it in his companion’s face.
“ Hey! I didn’t know you liked it rough! Come On Baaaaaabe! Give it to meeeeeeeeeeee!”
“Oh dear god…”
“I mean if you wanted to get kinky just get me another two shots of burbon and I’m good for whatever. I CAN GO AAAAAAALL NIIIIIIIGHT LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!”
“Ok that’s it.” Gabriel grabbed up his coat storming to the door and flinging it open only to stop short at the sight of a irritated young woman, clearly in her sleep clothes, hand already poised to knock at the door.
“Well that was unexpected,” she said, shaking her head slightly.
“I apologize, may I help you miss…?”
“Gabe who’s the hottie?” Jonathan interrupted, attempting to climb off the bed and instead falling into a giggling tangled heap on the floor.
“Is that the source of the strangled cat noises I have been hearing?” The woman asked, leaning around to look at the man on the floor.
Gabriel sighed. “I’m afraid my companion is well past his alcohol tolerance.”
“I am not past anything, I will drink you under the table! And then I will take you over the table! Hahaha I’m hilarious.”
“He is your lover?” The woman asked with a slight raise of her eyebrow.
“Absolutely not.” Gabriel snapped.
“I see,” the woman asked, with such a sense of certainty that Gabriel actual believed that she had in fact gotten the complete sense of the the situation in the scant few seconds she had been there.
“I am sorry if you have been disturbed,” Gabriel said pulling on his coat and grabbing up his wallet and sketchbook, “if he continues to cause any trouble feel free to call the front desk and have him removed.”
“Gabe!” Jonathan whined, “where are you going?”
“Sleep it off Jonathan,” Gabriel seethed. He pulled the door shut behind him and headed out towards the lobby.
He turned back to the woman who was looking at him now with the faintest hint of amusement.
“Are you planning on being out all night then? It’s below freezing out you know.”
“I would sooner take my chances out there then get molested by a drunken aspiring musician.”
“You don’t seem very concerned for your friend.”
“Acquaintance. Friend is a rather strong word.” Gabriel said with a smirk.
“Why do I get the feeling that your intoxicated acquaintance is the closest thing you have to an actual companion.
Gabriel said nothing, his eyes narrowing in annoyance at her somewhat invasive, if entirely accurate, assessment.
“Do you have any money?” She asked.
“Pardon?” Gabriel asked completely thrown by the strange segway.
“I said, Do you have any money?”
“Why is that relevant?”
“My room has a two double beds and while perfectly with in my budget was more expensive than I would have liked. Perhaps we could be mutually beneficial to each other.”
Gabriel gave the woman an appreciative once over. “I see. Well in that case, yes I do have some funds. I am very much obliged to you miss…”
“Sancoeur. Nathalie Sancoeur.”
“Gabriel Agreste. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”