Title: Cocktail party
Summery: A dull and boring night can sometimes turn out to be the start of something exciting.
Pairings: Spencer/Robert (claim!)
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade.
I wanted to try something with Robert as the uke Enjoy!
Light from the expensive chandelier, gently bathing the party guests in a soft glowing light. People gathered into small groups, quietly talking amongst themselves about trivial matters.
"Tell me again, Robert, how privileged I am to be here…I keep forgetting."
Robert inwardly sighed and turned his mahogany eyes, gazing boredly at his redhead, Scottish friend. "This only happens once a year, Johnny. Can't you at least pretend you're enjoying yourself?" Although deep down Robert is thinking of the same thing, though he would never admit it to the fiery Scot.
"That's asking a bit too much, Robert. I'm this close to launching Salmonlyion just to see what will happen." Johnny muttered while swirling his drink glass around in his hand, finding something more interesting in the liquid than in the party.
Robert inwardly sighed and resisted the urge to roll his eyes heavenward. He does have a point. Robert thought. It would be nice if something interesting happened.
The German and the Scot sat in the plush, expensive chairs, trying to drown out unrecognizable chatter and the classical music. And Robert trying desperately hard to block out Johnny's muttering.
Suddenly Johnny stiffen in the seat and leaned forward, staring into the crowd as if trying to spot someone. Robert turned to him, his chin resting in his hand and rose as eyebrow when Johnny frowned.
"What the hell? What are they doing here?"
"Who?" Robert asked, turning his head in the direction that Johnny was looking, then he saw a tall, muscular blond. "The Blitzkrieg boys?"
The rest of the blonde's teammates came into view. Kai glanced around, then settled his gaze on the two European bladers. Kai headed in their direction with the rest of his teammates following, looking incredibly bored.
Kai walked over and stood in front of Robert as Robert stood up, out of his seat. Johnny stayed seated, merely raising an eyebrow.
"Robert. I thought you might be here." Kai said, a small smile gracing his lips as he shook Robert's hand.
Robert returned the gesture. "Kai. I can't say the same thing, I'm afraid. I never thought you like these gatherings."
Kai waved his hand. "I don't. Mr. Dickinson thought that the Blitzkrieg boys could use a bit of culture. The only reason I'm here is to see what kind of chaos they'll do."
Robert chuckled softly and turned his gaze to the rest of the Blitzkrieg boys. Suddenly he felt eyes boring into him and he looked up to see a pair of sea green eyes staring at him. Spencer. Robert looked over the very tall blond. He be over six feet tall if he was to estimate, and seemed to be nothing but muscles.
Spencer rose an eyebrow at the German and Robert quickly looked away, slightly embarrassed that he was caught staring at the large Russian. He quickly glanced around, hoping no one saw. If anyone did, they hid it well.
"Well it looks like you're having a good time." Robert heard Johnny say, the words dripping with sarcasm, finding amusement in his drink.
All the Blitzkrieg buys snorted, muttering a few choice words in Russian. Robert barely made out a few of the words. From what he did hear he was certain he didn't want to know about the rest.
Kai rolled his eyes and flicked one of his bangs from his line of vision. "This is like the social side of finding a cancerous lump." Everyone laughed lightly and Johnny snorted trying to cover up a laugh.
"How long do we have to stay here, Kai? I'm bored." The youngest of the group asked, tugging on the end of Kai's shirt.
"We'll leave before either Bryan or Tala go homicidal." Kai replied smirking at the said two Russians, who in turn glared back at him.
"Then we best leave ever soon, cause I am about two seconds away from launching Wolborg at the chandelier just to see people run in terror." Tala said and Robert got the feeling he will probably do just that when push comes to shove.
Johnny snorted. "You wouldn't have the guts."
Tala turned to Johnny, his eyes narrowing. He made his way over to Johnny, with Bryan behind him, itching for some excitement. Johnny just looked boredly up at them and took a sip of his drink.
Robert grimace slightly, knowing that this could end badly. He turned his gaze back to Kai who was busy showing Ian some of the food. Robert couldn't help but wonder how old Ian was.
"He's 9."
Startled, Robert spun around, off guard to see Spencer standing behind him. Robert couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the way the burley blond towered over him. "Pardon?"
Spencer smirked, lightly. "You were muttering about wondering how old Ian is. He's 9."
Blinking in disbelief, Robert asked, "He's only 9. That means he was…" He trailed off, knowing he was entering a touchy subject about the Russian tournament a few years back.
"Yes, he was only 5." Spencer replied getting a haunted, far away look in his eyes. He mumbled something in Russian and then grimace.
Robert wished to know more but knew that it wasn't the time or the place to ask him to recall anymore painful memories. He watched silently as Spencer made his way over to Kai and Ian. He knelt down to Ian's level as the younger one explained excitedly about the new food he just tried. Robert watched as a small smile graced Spencer's handsome features as he shared a look with Kai.
Handsome? Robert thought. I must have had a bit too much to drink or something of that natureHe sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.
"I can't stand you!" Robert grimace again as Johnny got up out of his seat, throwing his glass to the floor, breaking it into tiny shards. The whole room went quiet.
"Yeah, well, you don't sit to well with me either!" The flame hair Russian replied, equally as loud as the Scot. Bryan stood in the background, a smirk covering his features. Robert could nearly tell what the platinum hair teen was thinking.
Something along the lines of 'This is about to get interesting'.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit and is used only by the uneducated." Johnny retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. A small group of lookers watched, silently thanking the Gods above that something interesting, and somewhat amusing, is happening.
"So that's why you're know as the king of sarcasm."
"What!"
Robert sighed again, walking away from the impending fist fight. Well at least Johnny has something to do now.
End of first chappy. I claim first Spencer/Robert! They're my second or third favorite couple (the place depends on my mood) But Miguel/Kai will always be my number 1! Wooooooooo!
Next Chapter: Kai tells Spencer to get going
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