BEP ficlet - Diva Night
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salixbabylonTitle: Diva Night
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salixbabylon
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 486
Archiving: Not anywhere but my places, please.
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Summary: For the Bunny Euthanasia Project – drag queen bunny
Diva Night
Orlando had asked Viggo to meet him at one of the local gay bars. They'd been there together a few times before, mostly for the live music on weeknights or dancing with the Hobbits on the weekends. But tonight was jazz night or diva night or some such thing, and Viggo thought he might actually enjoy the music for once.
As he sat waiting for Orlando, Viggo decided that the "diva" on stage had a pretty decent voice - not great, a little rough, a little deep, but fine for jazz or the blues. He swirled the whisky in his glass around the melting ice, one eye on the door for Orlando and one on the stage.
Suddenly Viggo noticed what the three-inch eyelashes and glitter-encrusted lips and eyelids had distracted him from. He recognized those deep brown eyes, those cheekbones, the shape of that chin. Looking more carefully, "she" definitely had an Adam's apple but otherwise the illusion was fairly perfect -- elbow-length gloves drew the eye away from the size of overly-large hands, an artfully draped neckline obscured the lack of bust (which wasn't too unusual anyway for such a tall slender woman). The dress flared a bit at the waist, suggesting hips. Stocking tops peeking out at mid-thigh brought attention to a pair of gorgeous shapely legs as, again, knee-high boots drew the eye away from the size of the feet.
It wasn't an over the top costume, but it was skillful enough to distract from obvious maleness and flashy enough to fit in amongst the divas, who now that Viggo thought about it, were probably also all men in drag.
Viggo was amazed that Orlando had kept this a secret for so long.
When the set was over, "Sofonda Cox" disappeared and about a quarter of an hour later a rough-scrubbed Orlando stumbled in through the front door.
"Sorry I'm late," he mumbled as he gave Viggo a squeeze around the neck.
Viggo pushed the pint he'd ordered towards his friend. "Your beer's warm as punishment," he grinned.
"So," Orlando said after downing half the pint in one pull, "been waiting long?"
"Long enough." Viggo loved being cryptic – Orlando's expressive face held elements of frustration, amusement, and exasperation in response.
"Like the show? I used to go to these thing all the time with my mates in London. Thought it would be fun to check out how they do it in Zid."
"Ah. I'd wondered why you brought me here."
Orlando gave him a questioning look as his face colored slightly.
"'Sofonda Cox' wasn't bad. You have hidden depths, young Orlando," Viggo said, finishing his whisky. "And also, you've also forgotten to remove your earrings."
The only way to remove the blush of embarrassment from those cheeks and the pout from those lips was to pull Orlando into his lap and kiss him senseless.
Luckily, Viggo was man enough for the task.
~end~
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 486
Archiving: Not anywhere but my places, please.
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Summary: For the Bunny Euthanasia Project – drag queen bunny
Orlando had asked Viggo to meet him at one of the local gay bars. They'd been there together a few times before, mostly for the live music on weeknights or dancing with the Hobbits on the weekends. But tonight was jazz night or diva night or some such thing, and Viggo thought he might actually enjoy the music for once.
As he sat waiting for Orlando, Viggo decided that the "diva" on stage had a pretty decent voice - not great, a little rough, a little deep, but fine for jazz or the blues. He swirled the whisky in his glass around the melting ice, one eye on the door for Orlando and one on the stage.
Suddenly Viggo noticed what the three-inch eyelashes and glitter-encrusted lips and eyelids had distracted him from. He recognized those deep brown eyes, those cheekbones, the shape of that chin. Looking more carefully, "she" definitely had an Adam's apple but otherwise the illusion was fairly perfect -- elbow-length gloves drew the eye away from the size of overly-large hands, an artfully draped neckline obscured the lack of bust (which wasn't too unusual anyway for such a tall slender woman). The dress flared a bit at the waist, suggesting hips. Stocking tops peeking out at mid-thigh brought attention to a pair of gorgeous shapely legs as, again, knee-high boots drew the eye away from the size of the feet.
It wasn't an over the top costume, but it was skillful enough to distract from obvious maleness and flashy enough to fit in amongst the divas, who now that Viggo thought about it, were probably also all men in drag.
Viggo was amazed that Orlando had kept this a secret for so long.
When the set was over, "Sofonda Cox" disappeared and about a quarter of an hour later a rough-scrubbed Orlando stumbled in through the front door.
"Sorry I'm late," he mumbled as he gave Viggo a squeeze around the neck.
Viggo pushed the pint he'd ordered towards his friend. "Your beer's warm as punishment," he grinned.
"So," Orlando said after downing half the pint in one pull, "been waiting long?"
"Long enough." Viggo loved being cryptic – Orlando's expressive face held elements of frustration, amusement, and exasperation in response.
"Like the show? I used to go to these thing all the time with my mates in London. Thought it would be fun to check out how they do it in Zid."
"Ah. I'd wondered why you brought me here."
Orlando gave him a questioning look as his face colored slightly.
"'Sofonda Cox' wasn't bad. You have hidden depths, young Orlando," Viggo said, finishing his whisky. "And also, you've also forgotten to remove your earrings."
The only way to remove the blush of embarrassment from those cheeks and the pout from those lips was to pull Orlando into his lap and kiss him senseless.
Luckily, Viggo was man enough for the task.
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Date: 2006-11-01 04:38 pm (UTC)and guuhhhh I want to see Orlando in make up and a dress!!! *fans self* I bet he's a natural =D
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Date: 2006-11-01 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-10 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-10 05:18 am (UTC)