Title: Room Service
Summary: After meeting the waiter at the hotel bar, Yuki calls for room service.
The cursor continued to blink on the screen at the same place it had been since the laptop had be booted up. It continued to wait patiently for words to come, but for that, someone needed to start typing on the keys. This may sound like an easy task, but it had taken Yuki Eiri nearly four hours to get this far – which was basically nowhere. His novel had hit a wall and he was finding it impossible to continue.
He knew the plot, it was all there in his mind, but he could not seem to get it to link together smoothly, which disturbed him. This had never happened before. Writing was the one thing which can so naturally to him and didn't seem like a chore. He had tried to force himself to write something to rid himself of this feeling of defeat, but the cursor was just taunting him, drawing his eyes to the page to point out once again the fact that he hadn't managed to write a single word.
Closing the lid, he slid his chair back and placed his head in his hand. Long strands of blonde hair hung down in front of his face helping to hide the infuriating black box from his sight which still seemed to be gloating at him.
He reached out and took a small crumpled packet from his desk only to find a few flakes of loose tobacco in the bottom. He already knew he was out of beer, but to be without cigarettes as well, "Someone up there really doesn't like me."
He had been in his hotel room since arriving and hadn't changed but he still had a shirt on which looked smart enough in his reasoning. Replacing the packet, he swapped it for the silver slim line lighter which he placed in his pocket, along with the swipe card for his room before making his way down to the hotel lobby.
~ ~ * ~ ~
Stepping into the bar area, Eiri breathed in the smoky atmosphere left by the previous customers that were now long gone. Glanced around the perimeter of the seating area, he noted the few people that were scattered about the place, but the size of the place made them hardly noticeable. He was glad to see hardly anyone around; he couldn't stand having to make idle chit-chat, especially about his books.
The lights were dim, and soft jazz music played, filling the room. He chose to collect some cigarettes at the machine before placing himself by the bar. He had barely sat down when he placed a fresh cigarette between his lips. Lifting the lighter towards his mouth, he had time to call for a double JD on ice before his phone rang.
The whole time, he never once lifted his eyes to look at the barman he called out to. The barman however, could not take his eyes off him, angered at the customer's rudeness.
"First off, remember there is such a thing as a time difference between countries... I know I'm still up but that's not the point... Look, Mika, I don't know when it'll be finished. I'll talk to you when you're back from England... No... Listen..."
Eiri sighed and after a few seconds stated, "I'm hanging up" and he flipped his phone shut.
Taking his drink, he down it in one and slid the glass back across the bar. The younger man, taking this as a hint for another drink, refilled the glass. As he pasted it back, young and naive as he was, he decided to give this man his two cents worth.
"You shouldn't treat people like that!" His comment was greeted with an icy glare before the owner of them stood up, taking his drink with him, and walked out the bar.
~ ~ * ~ ~
"Shuichi!... Shuichi?..." Another barman had appeared from out back holding a crate of bottles. The boy in front of him released a sigh from his lips as he slumped his body against a post conveniently positioned next to him. Finally seeing some sort of reaction from Shuichi, the newly arrived male put down the obviously heavy crate.
"I thought I asked you to start restocking the fridges. I can't do it all for you, you know."
"Hiro...?"
"What now?"
The differences between the two work mates were numerous, and could be more obviously noticed as the two stood close to each other. Hiro was taller than his friend and had his long red hair up to meet uniform regulations. It was clear Shuichi paid much less attention to the hotel's policies as strands of his unruly pink hair fell over his face. His uniform, even though correct, was also more on the messy side, adding to the scruffy look his hair had already created.
"There was this guy in here a while back... he was such a jerk. Impolite, arrogant, angry at me for no reason at all – and... I... well..."
"Well what? Some customers are like that, we just have to deal with them and treat them like everyone else."
"But, it wasn't like that. I told him I didn't like his attitude, well in so many words, and he just glared at me." Hiro looked across to his friend who was obviously trouble by the event, even though he personally could not see what the fuss was about.
"Don't get hung up on it, he probably won't even remember the incident."
"But I can't get it out of my head. Those eyes... even though he scolded at me, I can't stop thinking about how powerful they were."
Hiro was surprised to see Shuichi actually being serious for once and joked, "Is this why you refused that gorgeous chick earlier that tried to slip you her room key?" He chucked slightly at the thought of he friend falling for a guy who hadn't even been civil with him.
Shuichi however, did not lash out at his friend for suggesting such a thing.
"I don't know... maybe."
Hiro's laugh abruptly stopped.
"Seriously?"
Shuichi knew he had never been attracted to any one of the same sex before, but now he thought about, the females he had spent time hadn't really left any impact on him either. He couldn't think of any other reason why he reacted so strongly to that man's gaze.
Summary: After meeting the waiter at the hotel bar, Yuki calls for room service.
The cursor continued to blink on the screen at the same place it had been since the laptop had be booted up. It continued to wait patiently for words to come, but for that, someone needed to start typing on the keys. This may sound like an easy task, but it had taken Yuki Eiri nearly four hours to get this far – which was basically nowhere. His novel had hit a wall and he was finding it impossible to continue.
He knew the plot, it was all there in his mind, but he could not seem to get it to link together smoothly, which disturbed him. This had never happened before. Writing was the one thing which can so naturally to him and didn't seem like a chore. He had tried to force himself to write something to rid himself of this feeling of defeat, but the cursor was just taunting him, drawing his eyes to the page to point out once again the fact that he hadn't managed to write a single word.
Closing the lid, he slid his chair back and placed his head in his hand. Long strands of blonde hair hung down in front of his face helping to hide the infuriating black box from his sight which still seemed to be gloating at him.
He reached out and took a small crumpled packet from his desk only to find a few flakes of loose tobacco in the bottom. He already knew he was out of beer, but to be without cigarettes as well, "Someone up there really doesn't like me."
He had been in his hotel room since arriving and hadn't changed but he still had a shirt on which looked smart enough in his reasoning. Replacing the packet, he swapped it for the silver slim line lighter which he placed in his pocket, along with the swipe card for his room before making his way down to the hotel lobby.
~ ~ * ~ ~
Stepping into the bar area, Eiri breathed in the smoky atmosphere left by the previous customers that were now long gone. Glanced around the perimeter of the seating area, he noted the few people that were scattered about the place, but the size of the place made them hardly noticeable. He was glad to see hardly anyone around; he couldn't stand having to make idle chit-chat, especially about his books.
The lights were dim, and soft jazz music played, filling the room. He chose to collect some cigarettes at the machine before placing himself by the bar. He had barely sat down when he placed a fresh cigarette between his lips. Lifting the lighter towards his mouth, he had time to call for a double JD on ice before his phone rang.
The whole time, he never once lifted his eyes to look at the barman he called out to. The barman however, could not take his eyes off him, angered at the customer's rudeness.
"First off, remember there is such a thing as a time difference between countries... I know I'm still up but that's not the point... Look, Mika, I don't know when it'll be finished. I'll talk to you when you're back from England... No... Listen..."
Eiri sighed and after a few seconds stated, "I'm hanging up" and he flipped his phone shut.
Taking his drink, he down it in one and slid the glass back across the bar. The younger man, taking this as a hint for another drink, refilled the glass. As he pasted it back, young and naive as he was, he decided to give this man his two cents worth.
"You shouldn't treat people like that!" His comment was greeted with an icy glare before the owner of them stood up, taking his drink with him, and walked out the bar.
~ ~ * ~ ~
"Shuichi!... Shuichi?..." Another barman had appeared from out back holding a crate of bottles. The boy in front of him released a sigh from his lips as he slumped his body against a post conveniently positioned next to him. Finally seeing some sort of reaction from Shuichi, the newly arrived male put down the obviously heavy crate.
"I thought I asked you to start restocking the fridges. I can't do it all for you, you know."
"Hiro...?"
"What now?"
The differences between the two work mates were numerous, and could be more obviously noticed as the two stood close to each other. Hiro was taller than his friend and had his long red hair up to meet uniform regulations. It was clear Shuichi paid much less attention to the hotel's policies as strands of his unruly pink hair fell over his face. His uniform, even though correct, was also more on the messy side, adding to the scruffy look his hair had already created.
"There was this guy in here a while back... he was such a jerk. Impolite, arrogant, angry at me for no reason at all – and... I... well..."
"Well what? Some customers are like that, we just have to deal with them and treat them like everyone else."
"But, it wasn't like that. I told him I didn't like his attitude, well in so many words, and he just glared at me." Hiro looked across to his friend who was obviously trouble by the event, even though he personally could not see what the fuss was about.
"Don't get hung up on it, he probably won't even remember the incident."
"But I can't get it out of my head. Those eyes... even though he scolded at me, I can't stop thinking about how powerful they were."
Hiro was surprised to see Shuichi actually being serious for once and joked, "Is this why you refused that gorgeous chick earlier that tried to slip you her room key?" He chucked slightly at the thought of he friend falling for a guy who hadn't even been civil with him.
Shuichi however, did not lash out at his friend for suggesting such a thing.
"I don't know... maybe."
Hiro's laugh abruptly stopped.
"Seriously?"
Shuichi knew he had never been attracted to any one of the same sex before, but now he thought about, the females he had spent time hadn't really left any impact on him either. He couldn't think of any other reason why he reacted so strongly to that man's gaze.