Prompt submitted by: mysilverlining2k6
Pairing: Dick Casablancas & Georgina Sparks (crossover one-shot with 'Gossip Girl')
AU setting: Dick is visiting The Big Apple, Georgina gets roped in to be his tour guide
^^This fic is a special birthday present to my beta^^
Silverlining
Barely looking at him, Georgina Sparks holds her jacket out for Dick to put on for her. "Just so we're clear - the only reason I'm doing this is because your dad owns half of the Upper East side and I want an apartment that faces the water. He said if I took his loser son all around town that he'd make that happen for me."
Dick's eyes widen with hurt, "My dad called me a loser?" He looks around the lobby of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, as if his dad was suddenly going to jump out and shout 'Just kidding!' Big Dick isn't even in the East coast right now.
Georgina clears her throat and shakes the jacket until Dick takes the hint and dons it for her, then turns around wearing a huge smirk. "No. But that doesn't mean he wasn't thinking it, Richard."
"Call me Dick."
She snorts a laugh. "Tempting, but no. I doubt I can even get my mouth to form that word in a nonsexual context."
"Who said it had to be nonsexual, Georgie. You can scream it out any way you like." He waggles his eyebrows at her maniacally.
She immediately turns her face from him as if he had flashed her his penis. "Oh my God, stop. Seriously. I mean, you're built like a Viking, I'll give you that. And your face isn't…so bad, I guess. When you're not smiling like you ride the short bus…"
Dick stops smiling.
"But, you look like the chatty type, and I'm not really into that, so why don't we just go somewhere public instead?"
He does a half turn, looking somewhat confused and overwhelmed like a new puppy. "Like where?"
"Bendell's?" She immediately raises her hand to stop him from speaking. "Before you embarrass yourself, it's a department store."
"Pass."
"You could take me to Per Se," she offers with a put-upon sigh, like letting him drop a grand on lunch is doing him a favor,
"I don't know wha—"
"Forget it!" she snaps, cutting him off again. "Just imagining you trying to fumble your way through a foie gras terrine is putting my teeth on edge." She brings a manicured finger to her mouth in thought. "Hmm…where to go…where to go…I'd show you the MoMa, but you don't look like the type that would appreciate fine art."
Dick eyes a group of scantily-dressed ladies in the lobby and gives them the head nod. "Don't know about that, Georgie, I'm not having trouble appreciating any of the fine art around here."
She rolls her eyes. "Those girls are from Jersey, Richard. I'd almost be embarrassed for you, if you weren't you know…you. Comprenez-vous?"
"How do you know they're from Jersey?"
"Look at their shoes." She pulls a much larger pair of sunglasses out of her bag and swaps them with the ones she currently has on her face.
"Too busy looking at their racks." He runs a hand through his hair and she makes a face.
"I could take you to Sally Hershberger…she owes me a favor." Her mouth purses as she gingerly touches the sunbleached ends of his mane. "I think I'd probably end up owing her a favor after this, but it would so be worth it."
"I like my hair the way it is, thanks." He pulls away from her.
From her expression, Dick may as well have told her she looks fat. "Why?"
Finally fed up with Georgina's abuse, he reaches forward and pulls her sunglasses from her face. "Hey, you'd be a lot easier to take on your back, you know that?"
"Excuse me?" She tries to grab her sunglasses back, but Dick holds them high above her head.
"You're an uptight bitch who needs to get laid. Comprenez-vous?"
A look of shock assaults her features.
"Yeah, that's right, I said it. You're a bitch."
The corners of her mouth curl up and her shoulders relax. "Oh, I know I'm a bitch. I'm just surprised you can understand French."
"My mom lives in France." He leans forward and slides her sunglasses back onto her face. "You'd look pretty hot if you just lose the bitchface."
"You'd look pretty hot if I were drunk," she counters.
A giant grin overtakes him. "Now, you're speaking my language."
"Am I now?" Georgina's features light up and she links her arm through his. "Considering how badly you're dressed, we'll have to go somewhere Downtown, but there's this little bar in NoLiTa that only serves drinks that were invented prior to 1940…"
