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So @deputychairman reblogged this post and expressed a sincere desire for Hux to have taken Poe up on it after all. And I was like oh, that’s just, I mean, why would I…
why would I not write that????
So. I’m not devoting an enormous amount of effort to it at the moment, but,
“Oh,” the man said, “I don’t do that kind of thing. I’m not a spy or a whore.”
“Ah,” Hux said. Of course, the man hadn’t genuinely been trying to seduce him, he had figured that out. “Forgive me for my confusion.”
The man blew smoke away, then turned to look up at him, squinting curiously. He was very pretty, big doe eyes and long lashes, and his very dark irises made his eyes seem even bigger, but his strong features kept him from being an effeminate kind of pretty. He had a great jawline and a very shapely mouth. “I was kidding,” he said, “but maybe now I’m not.”
Hux made a habit of not being surprised by much, but he was now. He quirked an eyebrow. “You really think that would be a good idea.”
The man grinned. “No,” he said, “it’s a terrible idea, but those are my specialty. They rent rooms over there, no questions asked, a buddy of mine used it last month when he was in town and picked up a nasty case of the clap, but that ain’t the inn’s fault.” He gestured with his cigarette. “You look like you’re into some sick shit, man, but you also don’t look like you’re gonna give me the clap, so on the spectrum of bad ideas you’re like a five.”
“I look like I’m into some sick shit,” Hux repeated carefully, both eyebrows up now. “Do I look like I’m in the habit of visiting hourly rate inns with disreputable strangers?”
“I ain’t a stranger,” the man said, “I’ve punched you in the face at least twice, that puts us way past strangers.” He finished his cigarette and stubbed it out against the wall of the building, then field-stripped it and shoved the filter in his jacket pocket.
It said something about the man that he didn’t litter, Hux supposed.
“Five out of what?” Hux asked. “I’m just curious as to your scale of bad idea evaluation.”
“Five out of ten,” the man said, like it was obvious. “Where one is gentle protected sex with a nice girl you could introduce to your mother, and ten is getting your kidneys harvested and the rest of you sold into sex slavery.”
“Neither of those sounds appealing, though,” Hux said, nose crinkling.
“Aw,” the man said, “c’mon, gentle protected sex with nice girls is a very sweet way to spend an evening. I’d have to be a lot more sober than this, though.” He jerked his thumb toward the inn. “C’mon. Neutral territory. I won’t have sweet gentle sex with you and I won’t harvest any of your organs. Other than that I make no promises.”
“Well,” Hux said. “I’m not sure how I’m meant to refuse an offer like that.” He finished his cigarette and tossed it into the gutter. Those dark eyes didn’t fail to observe it, flicking to track the glowing butt’s gentle arc.
So @deputychairman reblogged this post and expressed a sincere desire for Hux to have taken Poe up on it after all. And I was like oh, that’s just, I mean, why would I…
why would I not write that????
So. I’m not devoting an enormous amount of effort to it at the moment, but,
“Oh,” the man said, “I don’t do that kind of thing. I’m not a spy or a whore.”
“Ah,” Hux said. Of course, the man hadn’t genuinely been trying to seduce him, he had figured that out. “Forgive me for my confusion.”
The man blew smoke away, then turned to look up at him, squinting curiously. He was very pretty, big doe eyes and long lashes, and his very dark irises made his eyes seem even bigger, but his strong features kept him from being an effeminate kind of pretty. He had a great jawline and a very shapely mouth. “I was kidding,” he said, “but maybe now I’m not.”
Hux made a habit of not being surprised by much, but he was now. He quirked an eyebrow. “You really think that would be a good idea.”
The man grinned. “No,” he said, “it’s a terrible idea, but those are my specialty. They rent rooms over there, no questions asked, a buddy of mine used it last month when he was in town and picked up a nasty case of the clap, but that ain’t the inn’s fault.” He gestured with his cigarette. “You look like you’re into some sick shit, man, but you also don’t look like you’re gonna give me the clap, so on the spectrum of bad ideas you’re like a five.”
“I look like I’m into some sick shit,” Hux repeated carefully, both eyebrows up now. “Do I look like I’m in the habit of visiting hourly rate inns with disreputable strangers?”
“I ain’t a stranger,” the man said, “I’ve punched you in the face at least twice, that puts us way past strangers.” He finished his cigarette and stubbed it out against the wall of the building, then field-stripped it and shoved the filter in his jacket pocket.
It said something about the man that he didn’t litter, Hux supposed.
“Five out of what?” Hux asked. “I’m just curious as to your scale of bad idea evaluation.”
“Five out of ten,” the man said, like it was obvious. “Where one is gentle protected sex with a nice girl you could introduce to your mother, and ten is getting your kidneys harvested and the rest of you sold into sex slavery.”
“Neither of those sounds appealing, though,” Hux said, nose crinkling.
“Aw,” the man said, “c’mon, gentle protected sex with nice girls is a very sweet way to spend an evening. I’d have to be a lot more sober than this, though.” He jerked his thumb toward the inn. “C’mon. Neutral territory. I won’t have sweet gentle sex with you and I won’t harvest any of your organs. Other than that I make no promises.”
“Well,” Hux said. “I’m not sure how I’m meant to refuse an offer like that.” He finished his cigarette and tossed it into the gutter. Those dark eyes didn’t fail to observe it, flicking to track the glowing butt’s gentle arc.
