Hey you guys! It's me again. This time, it's Arthur's version of New Years side story. This one is probably gonna be a two-shot. Some of you guys had noticed that I write about the team members pretty often. Like their presents and what they like and stuff like that. Hope you guys like that style. I like going in depth of what these characters might actually feel and act like and stuff like that. Please let me know how you feel about that!

If you like this story, go read The Pawn and review it! It will make me happy

And also I need all of your help. I need you guys to email me at .kr OR leave a review listing pick-up lines (or just any cheesy things that he might say)that Eames might use to get laid. PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME OUT! It's for the story. 33

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It had all started when Arthur casually suggested going away for the New Years Eve. It had been very spontaneous, a spur of the moment kind of thing. Not exactly the imaginative type, Arthur thought that the suggestion would pleasantly surprise Ariadne and show her that he too could be fun and free like her.

His plan had worked…all too well. Ariadne's face lit up with happiness and he couldn't refuse her puppy dog eyes. He couldn't say no when he was the one that suggested it; he was a man of his words. When he looked into her deep brown eyes that seemed to beg for affection, Arthur completely lost all control and told her that he would plan everything and that all she would have to do is pack and show up on time.

"I must have gone nuts, promising her such ridiculous things," he muttered into his hands as he paced back and forth in his spotless room.

"Why is it that you turn into such an impulsive fool when you are with Ariadne?" chuckled Eames, watching Arthur curiously. "Or maybe perhaps that is your true self?"

"Oh shut up Eames, you're not helping at all," Arthur growled irritably and flopped on to the leather chair.

Arthur had called Eames half an hour ago when he just simply could not think of anything. It had been sort of embarrassing to ask Eames for help but out of the male members of the team, Eames was the one with the most experiences in this area.

Yusuf was completely oblivious to the creature that was women. The closest female other than his mother that he shared a long lasting somewhat-romantic relationship with was his cat, Macavity. Ariadne came next on the list but their relationship was not male to female but of human to human or more precisely, teammate to teammate. They had come to be good friends and Yusuf saw Ariadne as another human being and perhaps that was why they were so comfortable with one another.

Saito, on the other hand, was always flocked with beautiful women. Being a multibillionaire almost assured gorgeous women at your side everyday. His secretary, his assistants, his evening party partners, they all looked like the type to appear in magazines wearing skimpy, if any, clothes. But Saito seemed so completely unaware of these women's charms, almost shockingly so, which brought Eames to suspect that perhaps Saito was gay. Arthur disproved this theory by telling him about Saito's lover that he had in Spain. It was not that Saito didn't like women, but he was just somewhat immune to them. Although experienced with women, Saito was not the romantic type at all and therefore no help whatsoever to Arthur.

Cobb was the most like Arthur in a sense that Cobb had been utterly and completely infatuated with his wife, Mal, and that she had been the first and probably the last love of his life. However, badly would be a devastating understatement for how the relationship ended as the word could not stretch far enough to cover Mal killing herself and Cobb being accused of killing her then chased out of the country, away from his children. And canceling him out completely from the list of possible helping hands was the fact that Cobb completely disapproved of Arthur and Ariadne's relationship. He called it 'unhealthy.' Arthur couldn't blame Cobb; he was sure that his relationship reminded Cobb of his own with Mal, which, as mentioned above, did not end prettily.

Then came the very last resort. It was true that Eames was undeniably a charmer. He flirted with women wherever and whenever he went, and by wherever and whenever, Arthur meant wherever and whenever. Eames did not have a discriminating taste. If a good-looking man with a skirt around his waist walked into a bar, Eames would probably go for him. When Ariadne had first joined the team, Eames had flirted endlessly with her. But to Eames' disappointment and to Arthur's relief, she seemed completely impervious to the forger's shameless seducing. She just laughed off most of the cheesy pick-up lines and patted him on the head like he was some kind of a misbehaving dog. This seemed to drive on Eames' determination rather than exterminating it. The flirting became more and more unbearable until Cobb actually banned Eames from behaving in such 'frivolousness' if the forger were to be paid for the mission. Eames gave up reluctantly but seemed quite happy to justify his failures with Cobb's threat. He had been quite certain that Ariadne would not fall for him despite how much he persisted which was probably why Eames was so disturbed that Arthur, the 'stick-in-the-mud' as Eames liked to call him, won over who seemed to be unconquerable. It was a total mystery to Eames and when Arthur asked for help, his pride almost pushed him to decline. But in the end, Eames had said yes mainly because he was curious to find out what she saw in Arthur. He had suspected the clean-cut impression that Arthur exuded was what was appealing to Ariadne (but in second thoughts, Eames was sure he was as sharp as Arthur could be). But looking at Arthur pacing like a nervous dog, Eames shook his head several times.

"It's a total mystery," he muttered.

"Yea yea I heard that a million times already," Arthur said exasperatedly. Eames just could not get over the fact that Arthur got something Eames couldn't get. Eames resembled a six-year old boy in that way.

"I mean seriously! I am quite literally the most attractive sexbomb that there is, and you….you are…" Eames scrambled for words.

"A stick-in-the-mud. Yes yes you have established that already, Casanova. Why don't you now enlighten me with your oozing sexuality," mocked Arthur, bowing sarcastically to Eames.

"What are your plans so far?" asked Eames curiously, finally given up on trying to figure out the nagging mystery.

"Well…I am planning to take her to St. Paul de Vence. She told me that she never had a chance to go there even though she loves contemporary art…" Arthur dragged on the last word as he glanced Eames' way. He waited for a sign of disproval but when he didn't get any, continued timidly. "…So I rented out a small apartment there-"

"WHAT? You rented WHAT?" Eames interjected. He looked at Arthur as if he had just announced that he was a five-year old girl.

"An apartment Eames..You live in one you know," Arthur explained slowly. He was clearly clueless to what caused such a strong reaction.

"EXACTLY Arthur. You idiot," the forger explained exasperatedly as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet. "YOU live in one. SHE lives in one. So why the hell would you want to go there and stay in one? It's completely ridiculous. Not to mention cheap."

Arthur sat blankly.

Eames sighed and shook his head.

"Okay Arthur. This is how it works for most guys. Girls like pretty and expensive stuff. So we buy them the pretty and expensive stuff. And then they sleep with us. Got it?" Eames explained, occasionally using his fingers to make finger puppets and demonstrate his point. "In my case though, I don't need all that to get girls to sleep with me. But you are not me are you?"

"But Ariadne is not like most girls," Arthur said, completely confused now.

"True true..She didn't fall for me," Eames muttered regretfully, "but she is still a girl. Which means, she would much rather sleep in pretty and expensive places than plain apartments. Jesus Arthur…only you would think of such an unimaginative thing like booking an apartment..I bet you booked an apartment with two rooms, you prude bastard… But don't worry mate, I'll get you laid for sure." He waved away Arthur's objections, completely ignoring him. "I'll book a five star hotel suite for you love birds. And I'll let you take my car." He paused for a second and started furiously scribbling onto a piece of paper. "Here are all my pick-up lines. I'll let you use them."

"I'm a genius!" Eames exclaimed and patted Arthur on the back. "Don't thank me yet." He tossed his car key and the piece of paper to Arthur and left him completely in loss of words.

"Brilliant…" Arthur finally said after he completely digested in his head what had just happened.

"Just brilliant…"

I know i kind of made Eames arrogant in this chapter...but we all knew that he was a cocky bastard and that's why we love him.

I said this up there as well but I'll remind you guys again. PLEASE TELL ME SOME OF THE PICK UP LINES THAT EAMES MIGHT ACTUALLY USE! It will help me a lot.

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